No, that isn't a typo and if you suspected it might be, you're on the wrong site.
Today after church I decided to drop my boyfriend off at home to get some sleep while I headed off to my favorite Mexican restaurant for some me time. I got lucky when I went there, as the place is extremely popular with the church crowd and there's usually a wait. Me? They marched me right in and sat me at a booth -- a booth, on a Sunday afternoon! -- and I just couldn't believe my luck.
Then I saw why there was an empty booth at all on a Sunday. Next to me, two tables had been pushed together to accommodate two couples and their, altogether, six young children. The couples were having a grand time catching up and having a chat, and what with everything going on in the world these days, they understandably could not be bothered to watch their children. I ended up doing it for them, for a while.
I watched one child bolt into the restaurant kitchen, in between the legs of several waitstaff carrying heavy trays, one of whom had to shoo the child back out of the kitchen.
I watched one child give a child from a neighboring table a hug, then body slam him onto the floor, whereupon a wrestling match broke out -- again, with waitstaff and customers passing by and sometimes over the melee.
I watched one little girl knock her chair over four separate times.
I watched another child stand up on his chair and shriek and wave crayons in the air.
I watched, and felt, the oldest kid sliding his chair backwards across the floor, repeatedly, into the edge of my table.
Meanwhile, the conversation flowed ever onward. Just four good friends catching up. You could tell they hadn't seen each other in a while, and had made plans to spend the evening together as well. One of the women mentioned to one of the children they were all going to a play, even!
I can't even imagine the fun the theatergoers will have with this bunch.
Today after church I decided to drop my boyfriend off at home to get some sleep while I headed off to my favorite Mexican restaurant for some me time. I got lucky when I went there, as the place is extremely popular with the church crowd and there's usually a wait. Me? They marched me right in and sat me at a booth -- a booth, on a Sunday afternoon! -- and I just couldn't believe my luck.
Then I saw why there was an empty booth at all on a Sunday. Next to me, two tables had been pushed together to accommodate two couples and their, altogether, six young children. The couples were having a grand time catching up and having a chat, and what with everything going on in the world these days, they understandably could not be bothered to watch their children. I ended up doing it for them, for a while.
I watched one child bolt into the restaurant kitchen, in between the legs of several waitstaff carrying heavy trays, one of whom had to shoo the child back out of the kitchen.
I watched one child give a child from a neighboring table a hug, then body slam him onto the floor, whereupon a wrestling match broke out -- again, with waitstaff and customers passing by and sometimes over the melee.
I watched one little girl knock her chair over four separate times.
I watched another child stand up on his chair and shriek and wave crayons in the air.
I watched, and felt, the oldest kid sliding his chair backwards across the floor, repeatedly, into the edge of my table.
Meanwhile, the conversation flowed ever onward. Just four good friends catching up. You could tell they hadn't seen each other in a while, and had made plans to spend the evening together as well. One of the women mentioned to one of the children they were all going to a play, even!
I can't even imagine the fun the theatergoers will have with this bunch.
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