August 8, 2009

Tonight we went out for supper. Mom and Dad promised us Chinese, which I love because I'm 2 and I can use chopsticks (sort of). I wasn't at all happy when we stopped to get dad a stupid coffee maker because, as everyone knows, coffee is "yuckies". Then, just when I was getting really hungry, and when I thought we were headed for the restaurant, Mom needed to grab diapers for Burt (boys pee sooooo much!), so we had to stop again. I got tired of waiting in the store, and Mom and Dad were just standing around staring at the diapers (sort of like cows looking for the best grass), so I took a walk. I met a nice woman who said "hi" to me. I saw some Soothies, though I couldn't reach them, and I hid behind a rack of clothes while Mom and Dad searched for me. It was kind of fun, but not as good as food.
When we finally got to the restaurant I had to wait while Mom changed Burt (gucky diapers) before we could go in. And then when we got to the table, I had to sit and wait while mom got me food. I was hoping for something good (like jell-o) but got Lo Mein and garlic chicken instead. Don't get me wrong, I like Chinese, but there's nothing like french fries and jell-o for dinner!
Burt made a mess of himself, as usual, but it was funny to watch him rubbing sauce in his hair while Mom yelled at him and tried to hold his hands down! I was so busy laughing that I jabbed dad in the arm with my chop stick, and then he took it away (man, that sucked). So, I had to eat with a fork, which just isn't right when you're having Chinese.
After dinner, I had ice cream, which was good, but Dad wouldn't let me have Coke with it, so I was bummed. I tried to entertain myself while Mom and Dad talked, but they got mad when I stood up and bounced on the seat of the booth. I mean, come on, what are the seats so bouncy for if you can't jump on them? It makes no sense!
The lady took for ever with the bill. Mom and Dad were talking, Burt started screaming, and then Dad got frustrated. I hate when that happens because he yells... well, ok sometimes he yells, but not when we're in public. Burt kept screaming and started throwing forks and spoons at Dad. Dad took everything away from him, but Burt kept finding more things. I was proud of him for remembering what I told him about hiding stuff between his legs while he eats. Mom and Dad never pay attention to where the silverware goes, and you can stick a lot of stuff down there! Anyway, mom pulled Burt out of the highchair and held him, and he just kept screaming and started pulling on her hair. Mom said a not nice word and made Dad hold Burt then, since Dad has no hair for Burt to pull.
I felt like screaming then, too, because I was so bored. I tried to climb down under the table to go over to Mom's side, but Dad caught me and got mad. He made me sit on his lap (how humiliating) and I started to cry to see if he'd let me go. It didn't work. Mom said she was taking us outside while Dad paid, and I thought, "Oh man, finally something to do." Unfortunately, mom just made me run around on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. It was almost worse than sitting inside, at least until I found that gum stuck to the ground and started playing with it. But then, you guessed it, Mom yelled at me for that so I went back to running.
Then Dad came out and we went home. Man, talk about a stinky dinner. Maybe next time will be better, but I doubt it. Anyway, Mom's yelling at me to go to bed, so it's time to start asking for drinks and stories. Later!