Friday the Chief and I went out on our weekly dinner date. Actually, it’s the three of us. This Friday, we had a guest...Little Man’s girlfriend. He wanted to invite her to dinner, so we went and picked her up. We took full advantage of our parental duties of humiliation.
Little Man’s new saying is “legit”. Weeks ago, we tried to explain to him where that originated came from. MC Hammer. He had no idea who that was, so we took it a step further and pulled out the Chief’s ipod and played the song.
So, while we had him and the girlfriend trapped in the truck, we decided to pull out Little Man’s new favorite song...NOT. As the song came on, Chief broke out in full blown dancing from the front seat. I turned and glanced at Little Man who was now in the fetal position with his hands covering his ears. The girlfriend was laughing uncomfortably. After playing out the song, we moved on to the pictures. Okay, just one that I happened to have on my phone.
Then, lucky for all involved, we arrived at the restaurant. We get a very interesting waiter. He seemed a little...off. Those of you that know the Chief, know his lovely sense of humor.
Waiter: Would you like a box for your leftover pizza?
Chief: Well, I am not sure a bag would work because it would just fold up and make a mess. Yes, a box would be great.
Waiter: Would you like to see a dessert menu?
Chief: She will have the brownie sundae, with no nuts...unless you have an epi pen handy...
I’m not sure if the waiter didn’t get the jokes, or if he simply didn’t like my adorable husband, but he walked off. I of course, remembering we still had some embarrassing to do, turned to the Chief and pinched his cheek and told him he was fantastically hysterical. Little Man rolled his eyes, while his date was making mental notes of how she was going to end the relationship after dinner.
Family date one. Success.
Good times, good times.
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