There comes a time in every child’s life that they need to
experience the love and embarrassment of being sung to at a Mexican
restaurant. Yesterday Ford turned
4. We have two Mexican restaurants in
town and surprisingly enough, we ate at one for lunch and the other for
supper. I told the waiter at lunch that
it was Ford’s birthday and asked them to please sing to him. They did but Ford wasn't having anything to
do with the sombrero, the whipped cream, or the dessert. Naturally, Bitty wore the hat and ate the
whipped cream.
Last night we went to the other restaurant and I once again
told the waiter it was Ford’s birthday and asked them to sing to him.
Ford was enjoying sipping on his Sprite and minding his own
business and little did he know….
All the yelling, screaming, clapping, and people headed towards him was round 2 of the birthday singing.
Whipped cream in the face….
H. E. L. P. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1 comment:
Jill. let him put whipped cream in someone else's face . . .
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