Typically atypical
Tonight as my crew of 6 sat down to eat a dinner together it was everything typical. Typical being a relative term really as nothing is ho hum with 4 kids! Chinese was the venue of choice as tomorrow is hubby's bday. There really isn't any family member who is unhappy about this choice and it has been several months since it worked out.
Anyways.... while there my husband didn't have to start the chanagans it was my oldest daughter who did. Well maybe they both get credit as it was hubby who stuck the chopsticks in daughter's ice cream, but daughter who returned such action with pulling them out and calling them chocolate spears. She then proceeded to swipe one down his entire arm smearing the somewhat liquefied products even. I couldn't contain my laughter which made the waitress come over and retrieve our plates and politely shush us, LOL!
Then my oldest son dropped the bombshell of the night. Munching quietly hubby sat across the table from me. "How old will I be when I can start dating?"Words cannot describe my husband's reaction to that question. It is a good thing he was nearly done chewing or he would have choked. I muffled my laugh but the smile was clearly seen by #2, whom is VERY interested in boys now. The entire table waiting for my reply, "About 15 or 16 or so... it just depends upon when you are ready." Now no one really wanted to know what the definition of ready was, instead hubby about knocked himself out squeezing himself from his seat in between the oldest two kids and towards the food far, far from the table conversations. #2 was extremely aware of Daddy's avoidance and commented on how I was the only person Daddy had ever dated. Daddy avoided even confirming that tidbit of information, swiftly changing the subject. Daughter didn't care she steadied us by now chiming in, "Yes, you don't start dating till you can drive and all." #1 inferred then it is in High School which I am fine with. I did add that in Junior High (Middle School these days) you may have a boyfriend/girlfriend and say you are dating but it really means you talk on the phone, pass notes, hold hands and like each other. Can I please be right that this is all it means??? Pretty please with sugar on top!!
One has to love my oldest son because when he has a train of thought there is absolutely nothing short of a natural disaster that will end his focus. "Who is going to teach me to drive?" "Wow, #1 I don't think Daddy and I have talked about it." I add. "That must mean Daddy because if it was you, then you would have said so right then." Uh, no I really meant we hadn't talked about. There are still 4 years till 16, maybe in 3 this will be a decision making moment. Yet, he didn't care about my ideas. He was still deciding for himself.
"Which one of you drives the most." he says. I inform him that we both do about the same, #3 chimes in that Daddy does drive a lot, fire trucks and all. "Well who has the most tickets?" Good thinking kid too bad the answer would be me. Grrrrr!
Course, it wouldn't be an evening out at Chinese (why not other places) if I didn't add another food spraying moment. Yep, Daddy lifted his straw full of water and took aim at daughter who earlier wiped ice cream on him. She is a feisty one and like her momma must win so guess what?? Uh huh, she returned fire and soaked him! I am pretty sure I inhaled my drink at that point. Time to GO kiddos before we get kicked out!! ( I jest as the owner gave us 3.00 for the heck of it but still such bad examples we are).
Littlest queen made sure she had her moment standing in the middle of the dining area, leg tilted out in her standard pose " Listen people, I AM taking my cup!" End scene
Anyways.... while there my husband didn't have to start the chanagans it was my oldest daughter who did. Well maybe they both get credit as it was hubby who stuck the chopsticks in daughter's ice cream, but daughter who returned such action with pulling them out and calling them chocolate spears. She then proceeded to swipe one down his entire arm smearing the somewhat liquefied products even. I couldn't contain my laughter which made the waitress come over and retrieve our plates and politely shush us, LOL!
Then my oldest son dropped the bombshell of the night. Munching quietly hubby sat across the table from me. "How old will I be when I can start dating?"Words cannot describe my husband's reaction to that question. It is a good thing he was nearly done chewing or he would have choked. I muffled my laugh but the smile was clearly seen by #2, whom is VERY interested in boys now. The entire table waiting for my reply, "About 15 or 16 or so... it just depends upon when you are ready." Now no one really wanted to know what the definition of ready was, instead hubby about knocked himself out squeezing himself from his seat in between the oldest two kids and towards the food far, far from the table conversations. #2 was extremely aware of Daddy's avoidance and commented on how I was the only person Daddy had ever dated. Daddy avoided even confirming that tidbit of information, swiftly changing the subject. Daughter didn't care she steadied us by now chiming in, "Yes, you don't start dating till you can drive and all." #1 inferred then it is in High School which I am fine with. I did add that in Junior High (Middle School these days) you may have a boyfriend/girlfriend and say you are dating but it really means you talk on the phone, pass notes, hold hands and like each other. Can I please be right that this is all it means??? Pretty please with sugar on top!!
One has to love my oldest son because when he has a train of thought there is absolutely nothing short of a natural disaster that will end his focus. "Who is going to teach me to drive?" "Wow, #1 I don't think Daddy and I have talked about it." I add. "That must mean Daddy because if it was you, then you would have said so right then." Uh, no I really meant we hadn't talked about. There are still 4 years till 16, maybe in 3 this will be a decision making moment. Yet, he didn't care about my ideas. He was still deciding for himself.
"Which one of you drives the most." he says. I inform him that we both do about the same, #3 chimes in that Daddy does drive a lot, fire trucks and all. "Well who has the most tickets?" Good thinking kid too bad the answer would be me. Grrrrr!
Course, it wouldn't be an evening out at Chinese (why not other places) if I didn't add another food spraying moment. Yep, Daddy lifted his straw full of water and took aim at daughter who earlier wiped ice cream on him. She is a feisty one and like her momma must win so guess what?? Uh huh, she returned fire and soaked him! I am pretty sure I inhaled my drink at that point. Time to GO kiddos before we get kicked out!! ( I jest as the owner gave us 3.00 for the heck of it but still such bad examples we are).
Littlest queen made sure she had her moment standing in the middle of the dining area, leg tilted out in her standard pose " Listen people, I AM taking my cup!" End scene
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