no more boyfriends for me, thanks.

today i took the three kiddos to mcdonald's for lunch.  we were choosing between two places: my favorite local fast food mexican food place, and mcdonald's.  and with my kids, the place that includes toys with meals is always the winner.

i placed the kids in a corner table, and then stepped a couple of feet away to get some ketchup.  as i was attempting to pump the ketchup into a small paper cup, it splattered all over, with each pump.  i felt a man approach me and he said, "good luck!  you may want to get some packets from the counter." 

i thanked him, and then looked up and realized that he was a very nice, older, man that works for a company that my family has long been familiar with.  i've known him and his wife since i was a young girl and he is one of the nicest men ever.   we exchanged happy hello's and then i returned to my seat with my ketchup packets.

before he was out of earshot, annabelle loudly proclaimed, "Oooohhh, did somebody make a boyfriend??"  in a sing-songy, smarty pants voice.

hoping i misunderstood her, as she has never said anything like this before,  i said, "Excuse me?"

She replied, "That man.  Is he your boyfriend??"

I became a bit flustered.  The joint was really busy, and this man was sitting alone, just a few feet from us.  There was another older man sitting very close to us, along with a group of older ladies, staring at our little clan.  I felt pretty embarrassed, like I was out "boyfriend shopping" with my 3 wild kids.

I quickly, and probably a bit too loudly, said, "no, he's not my boyfriend.  Daddy probaby wouldn't be too happy if I had a new boyfriend."

She wanted to know why and I, again loudly, said, "Because when you get MARRIED, you don't have boyfriends anymore."

This ended the discussion pretty quickly and we moved on to how cool her new Hello Kitty toy was, but I will probably forever be embarrassed if I ever run into Mr. W.  again.  Thank you for that, little smarty pants daughter.  Now go play in the ball pit and let me enjoy my chocolate dipped cone, please.

Comments

[bubba]

i am intrigued...mr. w?...?...?

[valeriedykstra]

kids. you gotta love em.

[marie]

i'm sorry but bwhahahaha ;)

[Susie]

hee-hee. Those kids, there full of it, aren't they?

[Jen Oglesby Holman]

That is Great! I really enjoyed this post, as I do all of them. Now I have to go have take-out Mexican. Thanks a lot.

[Mika]

That probably flattered that old man...thinking that he was spry again or something...she is too funny.
Sorry I missed you on this last trip.
Next time...coffee and a movie is a must!
Mika