A few weeks ago we took McKay and Benson to Golden Corral for dinner (this was BJ's idea). We let the boys choose their food, and before long our table was littered with dirty plates. BJ and I had helped the boys eat and were busily trying to eat a few bites ourselves. Bottom line, we weren't paying that much attention to McKay.
All of a sudden we realized that McKay was flagging down our waitress, saying,
"Excuse me lady. Lady? Excuse me. We have a problem here. Excuse me, we have a problem lady."
Before we could stop him, the waitress had come over to our table. He continued,
"This is a mess. We're done with this plate, and this plate, and this plate."
"This is a mess. We're done with this plate, and this plate, and this plate."
We apologized profusely but probably didn't seem too sincere since we were laughing so hard. Fortunately our server had a good sense of humor and played right along with him. I just couldn't believe that our three-year-old would be able to recognize our waitress in a busy restaurant, get her attention, and then clear the table for us. Where did he come from?
Story #2
Our neighbors Dave and Vickie were over two nights ago for dessert and Rummikub. The kids were in bed and we were having a great time laughing and talking. About an hour into the game, McKay came wandering out in a daze and said,
"You have to put that game away. I'm trying to sleep really hard but I can't when you're playing zat game. So you can't play zat game."
1 comment:
Haven't visited your blog in a LONG TIME, but wanted to say Hi! Your boys are darling and sure seems like one looks a lot like Momma and the next just like Dad!! So cute!! Glad you guys are doing so well :)
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