Trey and I usually only brave Mexican restaurants with Jones. I think the reasons why are obvious.
Last night we went after work to grab a quick bite to eat.
To set the scene, Jones was in his "accident" clothes when Trey picked him up from school. And that was still what he was in when I met them for dinner. The shirt, a fine play shirt, has long sleeves and is a bit too snug. What you can't see are his pants. Blue jeans, which he has only worn twice in his life. The blue jeans that were in his extra clothes at school were, unbeknown st to me, way too small. And way too short. And apparently his socks were also wet from the accident, so he had on tube socks. With high water pants.
Trey saw no reason to change his clothes before we met for dinner.
A few of Jones' favorite activities at the fiesta:
- Taking chips out of the basket one by one and then putting the empty chip basket on his head declaring "hat!". then proceed to yell in a sing-songy voice "hat hat hat hat" over and over.
- Emptying out every last item of food we brought from home onto the table and floor. Each time one hit the floor he would shout "uh-oh" as if he were totally shocked food was emptying the container.
Trey's look throughout the meal:
We usually eat and clean up as quickly as possible before apologizing for the mess to the waitress and leaving a good tip.
Sweet boy. How life has changed. Would not trade it for the world.
1 comment:
Wish you'd have given us a full length pic, tube socks and all. Made me laugh out loud.
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