Dinner was more or less a disaster. Her shoes came off at some point and she proceeded to run around the outside eating area. She hardly touched her food and didn’t have more than 2 or 3 sips of her $5 chocolate shake. A FIVE DOLLAR CHOCOLATE SHAKE. Then, the meltdown fully expanded into writhing on the bench, whines, cries and finally me picking her up, putting her over my shoulder and carrying her off to the car. Yeah… that was dinner with friend Colin and his daughter over in Santa Cruz tonight.
I explained the things she had lost for that little episode. Books, songs, bath time… straight to bed when we got home.
We drove past a reservoir and she piped up “Look! Bonefish! Tarpon!”
“Dad, when I’m 5 I get to go with you to the Ba- Hamas wiff you and I get to catch bonefish wiff you and I get to have my own rod and everything.”
Yeah… almost made me forget the bad parts of the evening. Silly girl.
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