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ent out on a family date to On the Border.
Usually our “family dates” consist of the Sonic Drive-Thru, or if we’re really feeling brave, we sit in our car an eat ice cream!
The big time, I know.
After our slightly-less-than-romantic anniversary dinner on Wednesday, I think Tobin and I were both wanting to go some plac
e we knew
we liked.
The problem is, we took Mae.
And don’t get me wrong…I have the most wonderful daughter ever. I love that girl.
But taking her to dinner with us
? To a sit-down-and-order-and-wait-for-your-food place
?
Um, yeah.
So she actually wasn’t too bad before the food came, other than semi-consistently letting out the new high-pitched squeal she has discovered.
(It’s not cute…it’s ear-splitting.)
When Mae’s taco (with extra tomatoes…very important) came, we cut it up and gave it to her. She loves tacos (and tomatoes).
What did she do
?
Started throwing…not dropping…it all over.
Then we tried rice.
Even worse.
It was the most un-peaceful meal we’ve had in a long time.
Not sure what was up with her or her lack of On The Border lovin’.
MY tacos were good.
And Tobin’s burrito was the size of Texas. Close, anyway.
But there must’ve been something not quite so wonderful about Maelie’s dinner.
I w as frustr
ated a bit at the time, but it IS a memory.
That toothy, silly, ornery grin she would flash as she pitched the rice here and there… was kinda cute.
And she does make me smile…and make me thankful to be her mommy.
I just don’t think we’ll be taking her back to On the Border anytime soon. 😉
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