We decided to go out and grab some dinner tonight. After a stressful day and an unexpected change in evening plans we couldn't decide what to cook and didn't really have the fixin's for anything we wanted. We thought we would go grab Mexican, our fall back plan most weeks! On the way, all the boys were SCREAMING about this, that or the other....roll the window up, no roll it down, not that much, I'm cold, roll the windows back up, I'm hungry, he's touching me.....you get the point, right?
Anyway, we derailed the crazy train, AKA Mini-van, and decided for something closer and faster--Wendy's. Although not what I was wanting, it was pretty good. Well, the food....NOT THE COMPANY!!!!
Here is how it all went down:
1. Upon walking in Evan climbs the rails in the line and hollers "I love this playground."
2. The man behind the counter just stares at us.
3. He finally asks what we want.
4. We take forever to figure it out..."I want cheeseburger, no I want chicken." "I want fries and apples." "You can only have one or the other." "Ok, fries."
5. Place order.
6. "NO I WANT APPLES!"
7. Man calls on speaker to cancel fries and puts apples in bag.
8. Fill up the little white things with ketchup.
9. The "helper" drops two of them.
10. Get more ketchup.
11. While waiting at table for food, Cohen pretends to be Spiderman and climbs up the back of the booth and acts like he is stuck to the wall. YES!!! The seven year old who is supposed to know how to act.
12. He gets the evil eye and gets down.
13. An army man walks in and all three boys give him and official army salute.
14. Food arrives.
15. There are fries instead of apples. Crying begins.
16. Go back to line and exchange apples for fries.
17. Begin to eat.
18. Jeremy and I try to have a conversation since children are busy eating.
19. We hear laughing and Coop has blown bubbles all in his milk and they are spilling out of the milk bottle all down his chin and into his lap.
20. Clean up bubbles.
21. Finish eating and decide we want Frosties.
22. While Jeremy is ordering dessert I gather up the trash. While throwing trash away Evan begins to run up and down the booth yelling, "I love this binch, I love this binch" (keep in mind the n is silent and his "bench" sounds more like a bad word.)
23. Cohen, yes the SEVEN YEAR OLD, climbs OVER the back of the "binch" and gets spoons. Still pretending to be Spiderman, I guess????
24. Jeremy and I are MORTIFIED of our eating experience. We head to the door with our heads hanging....I know the people still in the restaurant gave a standing ovation when we left!
Needless to say, I will be keeping stock in frozen pizzas for the next time our dinner plans get changed!!!!!
