I went out to have a bite to eat with my son, last night, he’s 23. As we were talking, I remembered a time I had taken him out to eat, about 20 years ago…….
We were sitting in an Italian restaurant, with a friend of mine, and her two sons…..my son was the youngest of the group…..he was getting a little restless, so I started digging through my purse to see if I had anything that would keep him occupied. (The restaurant didn’t have any crayons.) But aha! I found a tube of chap stick. It was mint flavored. But the chap stick in itself wasn’t enough to keep him occupied, so I gave him a fork. NOW…..he was happy. He was using the fork to dig the chap stick out of the tube, so all was quiet…apparently my son had set the fork back down on the table, and I hadn’t noticed. My salad arrived, so I reached for my fork and took a bite. Yep, it was the fork my son was using as a chap stick digging tool……so don’t bother trying a salad with Italian dressing and mint chap stick, it’s not so good.
In the midst of laughter, my son asks, (trying to sound slightly exasperated) “What kind of parent gives their kid a tube of chap stick and fork to play with?” All I could do was laugh harder.
Then, as he tries to keep a straight face he comments, (trying to use that tone again) “You know, that whole incident could have been avoided if you had thought to throw a few crayons in your purse.” (Hey, wait a minute! Who's the parent here)
“True enough, but then if I had, we wouldn’t be sitting here laughing our asses off 20 years later.”
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