Went out for my usual Friday night indulgence sans kiddo. As always, adorable little boys were bouncing about the restaurant looking manageable and even fun to bring along to a casual dinner. Their naughtiness--playing peek-a-boo with strangers and tapping on the glass separating the entry way from the dining area--endeared them to me even more, leading me to say, "Oh, I miss him!" Pause. Sanity regained. "I mean, I don't wish he was here, but I miss him," I explained, sipping the last drops of my tropical paradise in a glass.
I must also mention that sometimes businesses need to put a priority on replacing the light bulbs in their signs. Looking through the window from our table, we could see clearly the sign for what once was Texas Roadhouse. It instead read, "Texas Roadho." I'm sure many, many inappropriate comments were made by passers-by, but the maturity level at our affair was much more evolved.
In other news--Aunt Kim, we have a problem. Someone has learned how to turn off the tv, open the door to the dvd player, take out the offending dvd, pull out every dvd from the shelf in the closet and line them up, choose one, and put it in the player. And to add insult to injury, he also puts these skills to use to stop and restart movies, most often Curious George. And because he doesn't yet know how to use the remote, he has to ask me for help before becoming frustrated and opening the dvd player door again, thus restarting the entire process. This has also become a bit of an issue with his portable dvd player, which I pulled out in a hallelujah moment on Wednesday, as he likes to press the buttons. A lot. But, hey, it's easier to deal with when I'm allowed to watch grown-up tv while practicing patience.