Funny Kid Stuff

I don’t love going to a public restroom in the middle of a meal.  It’s odd.  I’m kind of a slob, but I have germ freak tendencies.

Having two little girls, however, means I rarely finish food without checking out the facilities at some point.  I always ask if we can wait a few minutes until the food is finished.  I always get a painfully uncertain nod and we always just go before anything tragic happens.  It’s a bit of a running joke between Matt and me.  I tell him the next time we have twins, they’ll be boys.

So after this process at Cheeseburger in Paradise this week, Jesse turns those beautiful blue eyes up to Matt and tells him, “I’m sorry you have to move daddy, so that I can go to the potty.”

Matt smirks at me and gives Jesse his best martyr act.  “That’s okay honey.  I don’t mind interrupting my dinner for you.”

When we returned, boys being boys and all, they kind of expected a report.  I declined and suggested we put the matter behind us (so to speak) so I could finish eating.  Jesse opted for some typical honest exuberance:

“Daddy, I think I’m skinnier!”

~ by nonamiss on August 1, 2009.