And We All Lived Happily Ever After
Yesterday was my birthday.
I thought it would be fun for our little family of four to go out for pizza. There's a new pizza place just down the street from our house. I fed Sawyer right before we left so that he wouldn't be hungry. We went early. 5'oclock. So that Seth wouldn't be hungry either (I mean, he'd be hungry enough to eat, but not whiny-hungry, ya know?).
The four minute drive to the pizza place was easy breezy. An open parking space waited for us right up front. We walked in and were immediately shown to a table.
And then NOT perfect happened for the duration of our meal.
I'll spare you all the details.
Let's just say that at one point Sawyer was crying, Seth was climbing onto the table, and my fresh slice of pizza was on the floor while Robert was assuring the waitress that everything was "fine."
At the end, Robert looked at me and said, "Go. Just go. "
I hustled the minions out the door while he stayed behind for the check.
The second we walked out the door, Sawyer stopped crying. Seth held my hand and walked calmly next to me. I swear it was as if Jesus himself had come down from heaven and laid hands on my children and restored them with Peace.
As I felt the chaos of the meal roll off of me, Seth, in his eager two-year old voice, excitedly recapped the evening ordeal. "Mommy!," he said happily. "We had fun eating our pizza togef'r!"
I laughed so hard I was still laughing when Robert came out. And then he laughed too. And we all lived happily ever after.
Ok, or like... for the next 20 minutes at least.
6/24/2015 11:57:52 am
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