After posting yesterday, I thought of a couple more things I meant to record here. This is more for posterity than anything else, so feel free to move on if you’re not interested in the internal workings of my daughter’s mind.
Her favorite foods are chicken (meaning nuggets), cheese, juice, “kepup” (ketchup), and “syrpup” (syrup).
She’s figured out that in a restaurant, you tell the server what you want, and then they bring it to you. Being a toddler, however, she’s not keen on the part where you have to wait between ordering and eating. We’re sometimes able to distract her with crackers or crayons, but often she’ll crane her neck around constantly, looking for the server. When that hapless employee does pass our table, Raisin yells, “My chicken? MY CHICKEN!”
Once we went to a small family-owned place near our house. They were understaffed and really busy, and the poor waitress kept passing our table with trays for other patrons. She started apologizing every time she walked by us, because she was followed throughout the restaurant by Raisin’s indignant cries.
Hmmm. I’m sure there was more, but of course I never think of these things while I can actually post them — always while I’m driving down the freeway. So there might be another installment to come!
Life in the Fruit Salad household is:Crazy. Wonderful. Exhausting. Exhilarating. Chaotic. Full. Blessed.