So after church today... yes church!... we decide to take the kids out to eat. Of course, it's only 10:30am, so the Chinese place Paul wanted to go to was pretty empty. He was hungry because he had been up since 5am, like crazy morning people tend to do. Morning people are a breed of their own, but I digress. So we're at this Chinese restuarant after church and aren't we just the cutest dang family you ever saw. I'm in my blue cotton dress and Brigid is dressed in her sweet red apple-dress that she reserves for Sunday only. Aidan was lookin' all grown up in his sweater vest and 'spenders (he has no butt so pants don't stay on him).
Darn, we're the most wholesome family you ever did see.
We're eating our sweet-and-sour chicken and tofu broccoli garlic things when a woman holding a baby comes walking near our table. We were sitting near the soda machine, so she was refilling her drink. She smiled over at us and Brigid looked at me excitedly and said "Hey mom! She's filling up her cup with beer just like you always do!"
Note to self: Never EVER joke with the children again and call root-beer just "beer". Because for the rest of your existance you will forever be known as the mom whose favorite drink is beer.
Darn, we're the most wholesome family you ever did see.
We're eating our sweet-and-sour chicken and tofu broccoli garlic things when a woman holding a baby comes walking near our table. We were sitting near the soda machine, so she was refilling her drink. She smiled over at us and Brigid looked at me excitedly and said "Hey mom! She's filling up her cup with beer just like you always do!"
Note to self: Never EVER joke with the children again and call root-beer just "beer". Because for the rest of your existance you will forever be known as the mom whose favorite drink is beer.
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