Kids

Have kids, they said! It’ll be fun, they said!

This weekend, my husband and I decided to go out to eat….and take the children. We go to a local restaurant, where we’ve been a 1000 times. We live in a pretty small community so even though we have several restaurants, there is approximately a zero percent chance you’re going to a restaurant and not going to see at least one person you know.

So anyway, we’re at this restaurant. The hostess has taken us to our table and brought the high chair. My husband is getting out the sippie cups out and trying to get the table ready for our traveling circus. I’m putting the baby in the high chair. So my back is toward the 4 year old and my husband is distracted (I mean, he is a man so of course he is, right? 😉😂)

Somewhere during this 1-2 minute timeframe, my 4 year old manages to unzipped my purse, pull out a pad, and is waving it around saying “Daddy, daddy open this! Daddy. DAD. DY. OPEN. THIS!”

At which point I turn around to see what he needs opened, so I see this pad being twirled around by our 4 year old.

DEAD. I AM DEAD. So if anyone sees me eating underneath the table, because I can no longer show my face here, this is why. 😬🤦‍♀️