A couple of weeks ago Indy and I went out to a restaurant here in town and Indy asked them if we could have a window seat. But they brought us to what he considered the wrong one, and he said, “No, that one please,” and pointed to the front window, which had obviously just been vacated and not cleared yet. I was saying words to the effect of “oh my god indy don’t make their lives difficult” when the host suddenly said, “Oh, now I know you! You usually come in with your father!” to Indy, and swept off to clear the table and seat us at it.
I was appalled and spluttering and Indy said, “No, it’s *okay*, Mommy! They know me here! They think I’m charming and delightful, just like the people at the hot chocolate shop do!” Which was clearly true, although I told him we don’t generallyask people to go to more trouble than is necessary for us.
So last night Dad came to babysit and Ted and I got to go OUT TO DINNER on our OWN for an anniversary dinner. We went to this same restaurant, we were seated, the waiter came over…
…and said, “Where is your son?!”
It was 9:05pm and I said, “We hope he’s at home asleep!”
The waiter left and Ted, amused, said, “What are we, chopped liver? We pay for the meal!”
We had dinner, which was delicious, and went to pay.
The host said to us, “How was your dinner? Where is the little one?!”
We started laughing, and the host started telling us what a well-spoken and intelligent child our son was, and how he came across as much older and more experienced than his years, and went on being complimentary until we’d left. *throws hands in air* :)
Its a testament to you how respected he is at a young age. We may be looking at a future politician .!
As long as he remains as liberal and offended by injustice as he is now, I’m all for him being a politician. :)
That’s so fabulous. You’ve done well, clearly.