My three year old nephew is at the stage where he repeats
everything he hears. My seven year old niece is at the stage where she makes
very observant statements that are sometimes not very polite. This made dinner
at The Mexican Café (609 Melvin Ave, Annapolis) very entertaining.
There were seven of us, so we had a little wait for our
table and waiting for a table with a three year old is awesome. This particular
three year old had won a plastic pirate sword a few hours earlier at the
neighborhood jamboree. Do you know what a three year old does with a plastic
sword? They hit things with it, and by things I mean people including their
sister, mother, grandfather, hostess, waitress and anyone else that walks by.
All while exclaiming, “hot poop!” (My bets are on my step-father for that one.)
Not two seconds after my butt hit the seat, I put in my
order. Margarita, rocks, salt, stat.
We placed our food order and needed a distraction for the
kiddos. My niece loves to play games on my iphone, but if I don’t watch her she
starts going through my pictures and then the conversation goes something like
this:
Her: Why do you have so many pictures of drinks on here?
Me: None of your business, iphone privileges revoked
I managed to suck down half of my margarita that tasted more
like dishwater than tequila, when mom came to the rescue with a better
distraction, etch-a-sketch pads that you could write on with a stylus. The
three year old could scribble and my niece and I could play hangman. She put
her dashes down and was pretty confident that she stumped me with her word
selection. I started guessing letters and ended up with a full hangman, eyes,
eyelashes, a nose and a mouth. Turns out, the phrase was “Love You To”.
When I didn’t get it, my helpful husband announced, “I can’t
believe you didn’t guess that.” to which my niece exclaimed, “Really. Your
brain isn’t working right!” Only to be echoed with giggles from the little guy,
“Yeah, your bwain isn’t workin wight!”
If you think it is bad now, wait until this next margarita
glass is empty. And my mother wonders why we aren’t in a rush to reproduce.
*All joking aside, I
love spending time with my family and these kids and really good kids. Mel, if
you are reading this, hot poop, to you, too. I love you guys.
Hot Poop is gonna be my new catch phrase. Thanks!!!
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