The other day I had the "brilliant" idea to take the boys out to lunch at Costco. The food is so cheap, and then afterwards we can do some shopping while the boys are fat and happy. The portions are HUGE. Robert insisted on ordering a hot dog. As he was trying to eat it, the people around us started to laugh. The hot dog was way too big for a little boy to eat. The couple next to us said that would make the perfect picture. I agreed, so I whipped out my cell phone and took the picture:
As I'm taking the photo, Jack decides this is the perfect opportunity to ruin my lunch. While I'm busy getting the shot, Jack took every piece of pepperoni and cheese of my slice of pizza. He then threw it on the table we were eating on so I could not put it back on the pizza and eat it. I was left with this mess:
Not only did I not get to eat my lunch, but as I'm cleaning up the mess, Jack decides to dump his cup of lemonade all over my lap. I suppose I should be grateful since I'm trying to watch what I eat and I shouldn't be eating a humongous slice of pizza. But, did I really need lemonade dumped in my lap so that I had to walk around Costco looking like I wet my pants???
From now on, "eating out" will consist of me locking the kids in the backyard with their food while I eat mine inside the house in peace.
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