We decided to be adventurous tonight and head out for a quick family dinner after work/daycare.
Everything was going great,* until I reached over to snatch one of Mike’s french fries. I dipped it in his ketchup, mumbling “let me just try one of these here …” When I went back for a second dip, Mike let out a little gasp at my double-dipping rudeness.
As I smiled and popped it into my mouth, my son frowned at me.
“No takin’ Daddy’s food, Mommy! No nice! No NICE!”
At least I don’t have barbecue sauce all over my pants, kid. ZING!
The day I’ve been dreading has finally arrived: I’m officially outnumbered.
FOOTNOTES
*Mike only had to take Ryan to timeout outside once, we’d only drawn a very small amount of pen on the table, and we hadn’t spilled a single thing. SCORE.
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Your photo caption made both me and the hubs LOL. Well played.
It’s a little hard to take him seriously when he looks like he bathes in barbecue sauce, you know?
That is too funny/cute!
He definitely keeps me laughing.
You know what’s funny….Luke has started doing the same kind of thing. When Kelsey is mad about something Luke mocks him…just yelling nonsense at us. Did you ever think eating out would be SUCH an adventure?
It’s always pure insanity… and yet, we keep doing it. It’s like we have short-term memory loss when it comes to eating out. What is up with that?