I hope Sue doesn’t read this post because I don’t think she would approve of my behavior.
The Purple Cactus is a restaurant in JP that serves healthy food – fast. It employs a lot of hipsters with tongue piercings and fedoras. So seriously, its like a fast food restaurant with an attitude. Anyway, we took lil’ guy there to grab some dinner.
Now, at his resting state, my son has the disposition of a spider monkey. He is sleeping now, but if he was awake, he would be pounding on the keyboard, climbing onto the table, swinging from the chandeliers, and demanding that I grill him a hot dog and sing him the Thomas the Tank Engine Theme song. I’m sure I could get him a prescription for Ritalin if I were the type of mom to drug her kid.
Anyway, they were playing this really hard punk rock music which apparently excited him because he starting running around and screeching. I tried to contain him but all of their chairs are really high and hard for adults to sit on, let alone toddlers. Besides, I was eating my salad. Anyway, this goes on for a bit, and suddenly, someone screams “ENOUGH!” Everybody jumped except for the baby, who couldn’t of cared less.
Now anyone who knows my wife knows that she has the sweetest disposition ever. I looked over at her, and she had steam coming out of her ears. She never gets mad and she was pissed.
“He yelled at our kid!” She fumed. She takes our son outside, and I finish my salad. They come back in to get me, and lil’ guy comes in screaming, “HI MAMAAA!”
I was telling this to a friend of mine, and she said, “For god’s sakes. Its a fast food restaurant. Its not like you were at Legal Seafoods.”
“Actually, we took him to Legal’s last night…”
They were much nicer there. I guess if you pay $10 an oyster, they let your kid inflict mayhem.