Thursday, September 09, 2010

Say It Ain't So

If someone tells you that they saw my sweet family at the local Mexican restaurant last weekend don't believe them.  It probably wasn't us.

Especially if they tell you our darling three-year-old got a chip stuck in his throat and screamed bloody murder for ten solid minutes while everyone in the restaurant stopped talking to stare at us trying to figure out whether he (a) had been attacked by a swarm of killer bees, (b) was suddenly possessed by demons or (c) was choking (he was screaming....duh)....

Then if they tell you that he stuck his own finger down his throat and made himself throw up all over himself, the booth, the family order of cheese dip and my new dress before we were smart enough to run to the bathroom, tell 'em they must be telling a story....

That kind of thing would never happen to us.


1 comment:

Lib said...

Sounds like an episode from we are that family!!! You know the projectile vomiting in public ones!