I’m Sorry…I’m Sorry…
Fri Aug 26, 2005 at 11:59 pm |
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Carmi was scrapbooking all evening so the Empress and I had a date. Woohoo!
I went all out tonight and took her to one of the finest eating establishments in town...the Chick-Fil-A. For eight bucks and change, we dined until full and then headed straight for the indoor play area.
There were no kids in that play area the entire time we were eating. As soon as I emptied our tray and headed for the door with Eliana in tow, we were almost run over by a young boy and girl clamoring to get in. I'm not good at guessing ages but I would say they were probably in the first or second grade and accompanied by a young fellow who appeared to be in his early teens. Kids are kids, I know, but these two were quite obnoxious.
After listening to them scream like banshees for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, they were called down by their guardian and started making their way to the exit. As they headed out, I heard the boy say something like, "A kid with dark hair peed up there".
Now there had been a few more children in and out - two little boys with black hair and a couple of really young girls with blonde hair - but I just KNEW that the brat was talking about mine.
I called Eliana out and as she stepped into view, sure enough...her pants and socks were soaked. She had the most pitiful look on her face and kept saying, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." as we walked to the car. I couldn't be too mad.
Not long after E and I arrived home, Carmi called to see what we were up to and Eliana was little miss chatty patty as she talked to Mommy.
I went all out tonight and took her to one of the finest eating establishments in town...the Chick-Fil-A. For eight bucks and change, we dined until full and then headed straight for the indoor play area.
There were no kids in that play area the entire time we were eating. As soon as I emptied our tray and headed for the door with Eliana in tow, we were almost run over by a young boy and girl clamoring to get in. I'm not good at guessing ages but I would say they were probably in the first or second grade and accompanied by a young fellow who appeared to be in his early teens. Kids are kids, I know, but these two were quite obnoxious.
After listening to them scream like banshees for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, they were called down by their guardian and started making their way to the exit. As they headed out, I heard the boy say something like, "A kid with dark hair peed up there".
Now there had been a few more children in and out - two little boys with black hair and a couple of really young girls with blonde hair - but I just KNEW that the brat was talking about mine.
I called Eliana out and as she stepped into view, sure enough...her pants and socks were soaked. She had the most pitiful look on her face and kept saying, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." as we walked to the car. I couldn't be too mad.
Not long after E and I arrived home, Carmi called to see what we were up to and Eliana was little miss chatty patty as she talked to Mommy.
