Funny Story

Okay, so dinner with G is always interesting.  Sometimes there is a loud "expression," possibly misunderstood as a scream.  Sometimes there is food spit out or thrown.  That would be why we try to eat early and try to go places that kids eat free - he eats maybe a couple of bites and spends the rest of his time challenging D and I.  Sometimes he has to bring a friend.  Lightening McQueen has been to more restaurants than I care to count.

Tonight was like our usual dinner outing - loud "expressions", a lot of "Please sit" and "no."  But tonight was also very different.  No Lightening McQueen.  No Elmo book.  No, tonight G brought along cheese.  Yes, you read that correctly, cheese.  String cheese to be exact.  Seems that the Shrek wrapper on the cheese was so enticing that G insisting on bringing the whole Shrek cheese family to dinner.  He wanted to put it in his lunch box and I had him put some ice packs in there, too.  He carried them in the restaurant himself and was happy to settle into the booster seat so that he could pull them out.  All through dinner he talked to Shrek and Fiona, Boots and Donkey.  He ate part of one and unwrapped another, but six others escaped a similar fate.

Never would have I imagined that I would have to tell a server that we brought our own cheese for dinner.  I shouldn't be surprised though, my little G is full of it.  Surprises I mean.