posted on Sep, 29 2010 @ 02:24 PM
not my kid, my sister. when we were very young, my parents took us to california to visit friends and we went out to dinner, all of us, to some fancy
restaurant that gave my parents, and their friends, a hard time about dining there with 4 kids (all under ten). My younger sister was, probably 3 or
4 at the time. Anyway, we're sitting in this posh restaurant, it's quiet as could be and, suddenly, you hear
here I sit, broken hearted.....
the host was not amused, the other patrons were appalled.
my parents and their friends laughed their butts off.
my son has a knack for putting me in a bad spot. he went thru a period where he would anyone male adult "big fat old man" and, one day, in the
elevator of our building, he called a big fat old man just that. The guy came into the elevator with us and said hello and then, turning to my son,
he said "what's your name little fella?"
my son said "jackson ya big fat old man"
there's really no way to apologize for that.