Last night, we thought it a good idea to take our little girl to Hooter’s. I wanted chicken, and KB wanted to catch up w/ a buddy that was staying near by…harmless, right? WRONG, TERRIBLY TERRIBLY WRONG!
When Kenn began to get antsy, our fantastic server brought her a Hooter’s bear. Recognizing that taking home Hooter’s paraphernalia went directly against that education we’ve promised her, we thought there would be nothing that could TRULY happen to derail our efforts to be good parents. That’s until super fantastic server took it upon herself to parade my daughter around the restaurant to grumpy old men who looked as if they might have had to put the sexual offender sign on the door on Halloween! As Kyle and I looked at one another in a visibly uncomfortable panic, I could see him flipping through his mental Keep My Daughter off the Pole manual to figure out what to do. I prayed. IT was around then that fantastic server released our daughter from on the job training, and sideways asked about babysitting her! Yes, I know…I couldn’t make this ish up if I tried to.
In an effort to thwart her bedtime routine, Kenn faked a seizure last night! Just to clarify, she was in her dad’s arms when sh began to raise and drop her head over and over in an unresponsive manner until we completely freaked out! Recognizing that this is the same child who frequently fake cries and then bursts into laughter, we decided that before we grabed a spoon to keep her from swallowing her tongue, to stand her upright and see what she does. She promptly let off a sly grin that clearly said Gotcha! and then walked to my side of the couch ready to play again!
So the drama!
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Aja // November 5, 2008 at 5:25 pm
I love Hooters but the patrons of the facility are pretty sketchy…lol. Kenn is an actress in training…don’t hate…appreciate. Aiden use to beat me up as he fell asleep at night. Glad that phase is over and he realizes that sleep is his friend!!!!