After a long day at the office, Christina and I decided it was worth our while to head out to Corky's BBQ for dinner. The thought of polishing off a 6 pound plate of BBQ nachos seem to put a little extra spring in my step (or maybe it was the beans!). So promptly at 5pm, I picked up a MonkeyButt from daycare and met the wife at the restaurant.
Dinner seemed normal. Within 5 minutes I completely chapped Christina, and Ethan started to get fussy. However, little did we know, we had a little Tarzan on our hands. Instead of whining, he started squealing and howling at the top of his lungs... AND FOR A LONG TIME. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and peered over their shoulders. We could not for the life of us get him to stop. Not a bottle, not a toy... no distraction would keep him from squealing. "Damn parents. Why can't they control their kid?" was the only thing that came to mind. Christina and I could only laugh.
I'm sure this won't be the last time our public life will be shattered. Let's just hope we can laugh it off in the future.
3 comments:
Lots of fun, those restaurant's are. Ethan is just competing with the voices around him. See what he does in a Posh Restaurant, bet he's quiet as a mouse.
He's sooo cute, how could anyone give you the evil eye!
Ha ha ha - Welcome to parenthood!!! You'll learn to ignore the screaming and just leave the waitress an extra big tip for cleaning up the mess of napkins and sugar packets the kid has dumpted onto the floor.
You'll know when it's really bad if the wait staff starts finding things to help entertain Ethan.
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