Anyone with kids nows this much to be true: anything is possible when kids are put in the mix. They will say and/or do anything and never miss a beat. We, however, are left scrambling to recover graciously. Sometimes we succeed ... sometimes not so much.
We recently ventured out for an evening of fine dining - I believe it was Hamburger House, as the Ackdonald's playground had a broken A/C. The rules are simple. In order to play, you must first eat. There is no bargaining, no exceptions are made.
On this day, things were going smoothly ... way too smoothly. It was bound to happen, it was just a matter of time.
The conversation:
Me: "Little Man turn around and sit on your booty."
Little Man: "I can't"
Me: "Sit down and finish eating or you don't get to play."
Little Man: "I can't. My booty's stretching."
*I chose to ignore this, hoping that no one had understood him*
Me: "Sit down now!"
*At this point, he was standing up, voice increasing in volume with every word*
Little Man: "I can't my booty's stretching! I NEED TO GO POO-POO!"
Sweet! Anyone care to guess how long it takes to pack up three kids and find the door?
I bet it's not nearly as long as you think!
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"Oops, that's not pops! That's poopoo comin outta my booty!"
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