Was an interesting night...
My parents are coming to town this weekend (supposed to arrive on Friday) and so I had a very specific idea of how I was going to spend last night- preparing Chocolate Stout cake and Irish Brown Bread for St. Pats with Rory (she wants to be involved with anything involving chocolate), while Kev was putting up clothes and putting holes in our bedroom walls (ie trying to put up lighting).Instead we went to Walmart.
Now, I HATE Walmart (Kev calls it Hellmart), I really do. And the closest Walmart to us is in West Virginia (yes, we even crossed state lines to get to there). But Kevin needed thinner screws, so we picked up Rora at daycare and went to Hellmart.
By the time we got there, we realized it was quite late, we should stop for dinner. This particular area of WV is a gastronomic wasteland (go figure) so, we chose the safest bet- Ruby Tuesdays.
The food- not so good. The service- cheerful, but terminally slow. By the time we got our food, the kid was almost asleep. But the aroma of french fries perked her up considerably, so she ate. And at the end of the meal, our cheerful waiter brought her some ice cream since she had to wait so long. Very nice of him.
So, we proceed to Hellmart, and the kid starts making this low moaning noise. Not good. We ask her how she feels. Not good. So, I pick her up and start for the bathroom, chanting the entire way, "We're almost there. Don't throw up yet. Take a deep breath. We're almost there...".
We didn't make it.
I wasn't surprised.
But, clean up was fairly easy, she returned to incredibly cheerfulness right after ("Mommy, my belly is all better now", and so we went on looking for screws and whatnot. And bought the kid a toothbrush.
Got home (it was 9:40 by this point), read her favorite story (Goodnight Dinosaurs), gave her hugs and water, then started our "John-Boy" ritual:
Mom: Night Rora, sleep good.
Dad: Night Sweetie, sleep good, stay in bed.
Kid: Night Mommy Daddy, sleep good. Leave door little open.
Dad. Okay, Sweetie, good nighty-night.
Kid. Nighty-night, Turkey-poop!
Turkey-poop? I have no idea where that came from. But even now, I'm still chuckling. On the inside.
Oh, and my sister just emailed me. My parents are coming in tonight, not tomorrow night. Surprise!
(Cue theme from "Jaws")
DA-da. DA-da. da da da da da da da
4 comment(s):
We don't have to cross state lines to get to Walmart...but we had crossed a 24 mile bridge once, and t1j ( now 6 ) umm, how did you so delicately describe it? His tummy hurt and he didnt make it to the bathroom at the gas station off the bridge. We went to KMart and bought him new clothes...Lovely.
Hope her belly is better!
By ~d (tilde), at 2:38 PM
We don't have to cross state lines to get to Walmart...but we had crossed a 24 mile bridge once, and t1j ( now 6 ) umm, how did you so delicately describe it? His tummy hurt and he didnt make it to the bathroom at the gas station off the bridge. We went to KMart and bought him new clothes...Lovely.
Hope her belly is better!
By ~d (tilde), at 2:38 PM
Turkey-poop!? Oh, boy, I can't wait for Grandma to hear that one!
By alala, at 3:32 PM
Ok, 'turkey-poop' is my new official swear word. Heheh.
By Mario, at 10:54 AM
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