A sad meal, the hospital guy, fat lady and cold hands

1. A few days ago we met up with some friends at McDonalds (for the purpose of the indoor playground and to celebrate two birthdays). I had to run a few errands before we went to Mickey Dees, so I told the boys that if they were really good while we ran errands that I would buy them each a happy meal. If they made bad choices they wouldn't get a happy meal. To this Destroy replied,

"No, if we're bad, we will get a sad meal". (Little does he know, they are ALL sad meals).

2. The other night we went to visit Aaron at the hospital for dinner. They have an indoor playground in the hospital so the kids and I hung out there for a while until Daddy was able to eat dinner. Which was an hour later. Then, right after we had ordered, he had to take off to check on his patients (he is currently on the trauma service). A half an hour later, he still hadn't come back. While we were waiting, the boys were talking and showing off to a couple of older ladies. You could tell that the kids hadn't been out of the house in a week because the stunts they were pulling looked like they really hurt but they were laughing their heads off because they finally had someone's attention. One of the ladies asked the kids where their Daddy worked. Search told them that he worked at the hospital. What does he do? Destroy told them that Daddy was a "hospital guy". Good answer, because when I tell people that he is a doctor, I have to explain that he a resident which gets into a long discussion about where residency fits into medical school, how it's so expensive, blah blah blah. And after all that, people aren't convinced that he's a doctor, because, well, he's still in training. But, yes folks, he is a doctor. Anyways, we finally left the cafeteria with Aaron's dinner and went back up to the playground. Aaron finally got to eat (I mean devour) his dinner. We saw him for a total of 4.5 minutes.

yesterday at church:

If you have ever heard Destroy talk, then you'll know that he speaks louder than most people, and his little (big) voice stands out. So, while sitting in primary, he asks me pointing to a woman next to us,
"Mom, why is she so fat?"
Wow. Didn't know what to say. I've wondered when this day would come and now it's here. One good thing did come from this... now we have a topic for family home evening tonight. "How to keep your comments to yourself" or "How to wait until you're in the car" or "How not to make others feel really bad about themselves".

And then, this is even better. To give you a little history, Aaron thinks it's really funny to sneak up behind me and lift up my shirt and put his cold hands on my back. Yes, I think it's hilarious too. But not as funny as when I elbow him in the gut. The kids just look at us bewildered because it appears as though their parents are physically fighting. So, I tell them that Daddy just made a really bad choice because he put his cold hands on mommy's back.

So yesterday in primary sharing time was about good choices and bad choices. (Yes, you probably already know where this is going). Sharing time begins and the teacher explains that there are good choices and bad choices. Right away, Destroy pipes up, out of turn (hasn't learned that yet) and says,

"My Daddy makes a bad choice when he puts his hands up my mommy's shirt!" Hiding behind the piano for this comment wasn't enough for me. I had to get up and leave the room. I didn't stay long enough to explain or to see the looks on faces. I love having kids.