Eating out with Kids

Okay, so this is a little gross. That's your warning.
D and I have been looking forward to eating out at our fav Mexican place all day. Our enthusiasm must have rubbed off onto N 'cause he wanted to a wear a sombrero (and six camouflage slap arm bracelets) to the restaurant. The closest thing we had to a sombrero was my straw wide brim gardening hat. Daddy veto-ed that because it looked too much like a girl hat. He got the boys each a straw cowboy hat to wear instead. "Load 'em up, head 'em out." We no more than parked the car in the parking lot and L threw up. Which was very strange because he'd been bouncing around perfectly healthy all day! We stayed in the car for a few minutes to see if he was okay. We told him if he felt yucky we could go home! He insisted on going out to eat anyway. To which N replies, "That's right, L. Cowboys never give up!" Fortunately Mama had an extra set of clothes in the appropriate size and season for L to change into! Bonus!
Right after we ordered our food L started to lurch again. Ugh! D whisked him away to the bathroom. Our food arrived while they were gone. I didn't know it, but L threw up on the floor on the way to the bathroom. I would have asked to have our food boxed up before they  brought it to the table if I had known, but I didn't. So, N and I went ahead and ate. D and L were gone for a little while, so N and I had some time for quality conversation. We were quiet for a minute and then N starts the conversation with, "Mom I hear kids today want to get their license and drive away from their parents."

D and L returned from the restroom to tell us that L had a small throw up on the floor outside the restroom while they were gone. Once again we told L that we can pack up our food and take it him, but he insisted that we stay and eat at the restaurant. As soon as I was done eating I took L back to the restroom because he wanted to hang out in there just in case. Fun. I decided to stay in there long enough for D and N to finish eating and paying. So, eventually L and I left the restroom and met D and N and walked to the car. When we got in the car D informed me that while L and I were in the bathroom, he and N paid our bill. And when they were standing at the counter paying the bill, N was playing around with his Styrofoam cup of sprite. He poked a hole in the bottom of the cup and caused yet another spill that the employees graciously cleaned up.

On the way home N said, "L when you throw up, my throat sees it and tells me that it wants to throw up, so don't throw up any more. Okay?" 


Hopefully our next visit to a restaurant won't be quite so adventurous!