Wednesday, March 30, 2011

From Crush to Puppy Love

In the past few months I’ve written about the crush Sonya has developed for a boy in her class.  His name, if YOU have forgotten, is Joey.  I can’t forget.  She talks about him EVERY DAY.  The last time I talked about him on here, he wasn’t all the crazy about Sonya.  However, he seems to have changed his mind. 

 Earlier this week she told me about her music class.  She was standing in line next to Joey and he poked her.  Then she poked him back, then he poked her and when she tried to get him again, he ran.  Oh boy.  I do believe this is the beginning of flirtation.  Granted it’s on a 1st grade level, but flirtation all the same.

Monday night was her school’s restaurant of the month night.  I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned that here, but it’s basically a fundraiser for the school.  They pick a different restaurant every month, and then the families  from the school go there for dinner.  The restaurant then donates a portion of the nights proceeds toward the school.  The restaurants get a busy Monday night and us moms get a night off of cooking. Plus the school makes money.  It’s a winning situation all around.  Not quite Charlie Sheen winning, but hey we can't all be that great. Or insane.  Anyway, this past Monday night the restaurant was  a local chain here called Islands.  They have burgers and chicken sandwiches mostly.  It’s not the best restaurant, but it’s not terrible and the kids like it, so it works. 

After we ordered our food Sonya said,

“I wonder if Joey will be here?”

“Did he say he was coming?” I asked.

“I didn’t ask him,” she told me.

Toward the end of the meal she started talking about walking around the restaurant to go see if she could find some of her friends.   I told her she could go then if she wanted, but she chose to wait until we were all done and I had paid, so that we could all walk around together.  This is not a new thing.  We usually try to find her friend every month, but this time she was more anxious to do it.  Most of the time we see people on our way out since we go to eat so early. 

We started our restaurant tour.  At this point the it was very crowded and there wasn’t a table to be had.  Glad I go for those EBS!  (Early Bird Specials for those who don’t know.  At least we were in and out of there by 6:15.)

We saw her kindergarten teacher from last year and stopped to say hi to her and chat for a minute.  Then we continued on our friend quest.  It hadn't even occurred to me her REAL reason she had wanted to go look for her friends this time.  Then, when we were on our last aisle of booths, Sonya stopped dead in her tracks and was overcome with an enormous smile on her face.  Then she pointed in front of her and said quietly,

There’s Joey.”

She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, and a gigantic smile on her face which was turning the deepest shade of red I’ve ever seen.  She later called it “slushy red”.  I told her to go say hi to him. She took a couple baby steps to the booth where he was sitting with both of his parents.  Then she quietly said,

“Hi Joey.”

Joey, who I originally thought had no interest in my daughter, also sported an enormous shit eating grin. Then he started to get a little wiggly in his seat, and said hi back.  His parents asked if she was in his class and who she was. He immediately answered back with a “yes” and “her name is Sonya”, still all smiley.  

His parents and I could clearly see what the shyness and smiles indicated.  It was obvious Sonya had a huge crush on their son and from what I could tell he liked her back.  We were all smiling ourselves at how incredibly adorable they both were. 

Sonya just continued to stand there and turn a few more shades of red, all the while with the lovesick grin glued to her face.  I tried to make a bit of small talk with the parents, but the wonder twins were behind us getting ready to wreak havoc on the nearby diners.  I decided that we needed to get out of there before they could make that happen.  After all, Sonya would see Joey at school the next day.  

We said our goodbyes and headed to the car.  For the next fifteen minutes in the car, Sonya gushed about Joey and how much she liked him.  She explained that she had been a little more shy because of his parents being there, and that she wasn't usually like that with  him at school.  Well, yeah! Parents always make things more uncomfortable!  It's our job! Then she told me about wanting to kiss him.  REALLY!?  AT SIX?  I guess so.  I’m sooooo not ready for this yet.  She even told me a little day dream she has about him.  I’m choosing not to disclose it here so as not to COMPLETELY destroy her confidence.  Don't worry, it's not anything crazy that a six year old should not be daydreaming about.

When I told my sister this story, she said

“I can’t believe she tells you all this!”

So for now, I will let her tell me everything she wants to about Joey and continue to listen and ask questions.  This is serious to her and I want her to know I treat it seriously too.  Well, except when I write about it here on the Internet.  I mean it is also silly and cute.  She doesn’t read this website though….yet.  I guess once she does, that’s when the hating me for 4 or 5 years will start.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Brain Fart

Last week I had an appointment at the DMV to have my licence renewed.  It expires next month on my birthday when I turn 29-again.  I made the appointment purposely for last week, because my in-laws were in town and that meant free unlimited babysitting.  This was the DMV, and even though I had an appointment, who knew how long it would take.  Although I did have people tell me that making an appointment was the way to go.  Still, I was skeptical.

I arrived for my appointment EARLY.  This in of itself is good for me, because I am usually late to everything.  It's hard to be early or even on time for things when you have three extra people to get ready and tag along with you.  When I don't have to take them with me or get them ready to go somewhere, I can actually be punctual.  

I walked in and filled out my paperwork.  Within five minutes I was called to a window to start processing my renewal.  This was taking no time at all.  The appointment WAS the way to go!  I would be out of there in 15 minutes and have plenty of time to run other errands!  I love the DMV!

The lady behind the counter asked me for my paperwork, my current license and my $31.  Crap. I forgot about the $31.  They didn't take credit cards, I had $5 short of the $31 I needed in cash and I didn't have my checkbook on me.  Who carries THOSE around anymore?  They did however take debit cards.  Oh good!  Well I have one of those!  Now this is where I had one of those ideas run through my head for some unknown reason that proved itself to be true.  That thought was "what if I forgot my pin number".  Then my brain had a malfunction meltdown, that wiped away that pin number I'd had in my head for TEN YEARS.

I gave the lady my debit card, she ran it and handed me the keypad to punch my number in and at first I drew a blank.  Then I remembered the first two numbers, but the second two eluded me.  I tried three times and kept getting denied.  I felt my cheeks start to get hot and flushed as I stood there feeling like an idiot.  My heart started pounding in my ears and I started to go into panic mode.  The lady behind the counter looked at me like I was an idiot.  She seemed a bit annoyed, which I guess is how most DMV workers seem anyway, but this, I'm sure, was not making her day. Then she told me,

"Go and see if you can figure it out.  I have a line forming behind you."

I went to my car and sat there trying to recall the numbers.  Why could I not remember? A couple of numbers popped in my head but where the RIGHT numbers?  I went back inside to try.  No they were not.  Part of the problem was the pin number I have is not one that is special to me.  They are just four random numbers Wells Fargo gave me when I first got the card.  I planned on changing it to something that did mean something to me in the beginning, but then I memorized those four so I left it alone.  Now I was wishing the numbers were my birth date.  At least THAT I could remember.  Even if the year I was born gets a little confusing sometimes.  

I left again and desperately searched for $5 in my car, but all I could find was a buck fifty in quarters.  Perhaps I could beg for $5 on the street.  I was in Hollywood after all.  It probably wouldn't take me to long to acquire that much.  I refused to give up and go home.  I had an appointment dammit!  I couldn't just leave and come back another day.  My free unlimited babysitting would be gone by the next week.  I had to figure something out.

I decided to drive to the nearest ATM.  Perhaps if I was actually in front of the machine my pin would come back to me more easily.  I found one in a liquor store down the street.  Which was perfect.  I mean if my pin didn't come back to me, then what better place to beg for money?  Or perhaps turn a $5 trick.  I decided to try the ATM first.  

I tried four different numbers, all wrong.  Then that ATM shut me out.  I decided to call Andy to see if he knew the pin number to our credit card.  Then I could get money off of that.   Of course he wanted to know why I was asking and I had to explain to him my situation.  His response wasn't surprising.  He laughed.  For a while.  Why did I call him?  When he stopped laughing, he told me to try and calm down and relax and the number would come back to me.  Only too bad for me, because I had myself in such a tizzy that not even a Burke Williams massage could have calm me down.  

Then I called Wells Fargo.  Surely they could help me.  Yeah, except they're not so keen on giving out pin numbers over the phone.  I suppose that's good MOST of the time, but not this time.  The woman did tell me that I could go to the nearest Wells Fargo and reset my pin number in the bank.  I decided that would be my last resort.  I remembered, from when I used to work in Hollywood, that there was a Wells Fargo nearby.  I could go there, try the ATM one last time and if it didn't come to me, I would go change the pin.  Hopefully I could still get back to the DMV

I drove down to Sunset and Vine where the Wells Fargo is.  Or was.  It was no longer there.

W. T. F.???

Instead I went to the Bank of America next door to try the ATM one last time.  I didn't care that they wanted to charge me $3 to use it.  If I could get my money, it would be worth it.

On the drive over, two more numbers had popped in my head.  I was sure one of them had to be it.  Although, I had been sure of a few others that hadn't worked.  My brain couldn't really be trusted right now.  It was freezing me out.

I walked up to the machine and punched in the first number in my head.  Nope.  Then I tried the second one.  The machine was taking a little longer this time.  Then came the sweet sound of money being dispensed.  FINALLY!  I remembered it!  Wait, what was it again?  No, I got it I got it.  And I got my $20 I needed to make up the difference of the cash I already had.

Now, I just hoped the lady, who had become annoyed with my memory lapse at the DMV, would be okay with me coming back 45 minutes later.  I walked back in and waited in line at her window for about five minutes. When it was my turn I walked up holding $31 in cash and said to her,

"I brought cash this time."

She burst into laughter and I knew she wasn't going to turn me away.  I think this time I did make her day.  I finished up my renewal in ten minutes.  When all was said and done I spent over an hour and a half getting my licenced renewed when it would have taken me 15, 20 minutes tops.

I don't think I've ever been so mad at myself and my malfunctioning brain.  I suppose I could blame my weekly wine consumption for killing those memory cells too.   I have to say though having kids helps you to find a way to get something done no matter what.  If this would have happened before kids, I would have just given up, gone home and rescheduled for another day.  That was not an option for me, so I knew I had to do something then and there.

So if you have to go to the DMV in California, I highly suggest you make an appointment.  You really will get in and out of there in no time.  However, make sure you have plenty of cash.  You know, just in case. 

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

She Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth

These past few day have been "rough Lana days."  For whatever reason she has been in complete crazy Lana mode.  I don't know if it's because of my in-laws being here and she was off her schedule, her birthday coming and going, maybe because she doesn't take a nap anymore, (but still kinda needs one) or because the Super Moon has made her Super bad.  Whatever the reasons she has been on a war path and I'm ready to sell her to even the lowest of bidders.  Or maybe even pay someone to take her.  Sonya and Georgia have noticed how cranky she's been too and will take every opportunity to push her buttons when they can.  Georgia especially.  I mean isn't that what little sisters are for?  The problem for G is that it means injuries from Lana.  Including a scratch on her face and getting tackled and pinned by Lana.  That kid is freaky strong for how tiny she is.  

I was hoping this morning, maybe she would be in a better mood since I actually got her to bed early last night.  Nope.  She was on timeout number three before 11am this morning, when I walked into the bathroom to find 3/4 of the roll of toilet paper on the floor.  Cute, but annoying when she was one.  Just annoying and way to piss me off further when she is four.  

I had already decided and told her that she would take a nap today.  My theory being this would be a way to "reset" her since she'd missed out on some sleep in the past few days.  I was counting the minutes by lunchtime to put her down.  I needed a break.   Desperately. You know, before I put an ad on Craig's List.

She and Georgia were eating their lunch when a fight broke out between them because G had taken something from Lana. Lana was trying to get it back by way of breaking Georgia's arm.  Georgia was screaming at the top of her lungs.  I put a stop to it and they went back to their corners and their PB&J.  After a couple quiet minutes Georgia put her head in her hands, looked at Lana and said,

"Lana, you make me happy, you make me sad, you make me DIFFICUL!"

Pretty damn perceptive for two and a half, wouldn't you say?

Monday, March 21, 2011

Weighting for Her Birthday

Today is the anniversary of the day I gave birth to my second baby.  To put more simply, it's Lana's fourth birthday.

First of all I have no idea where the hell the past four years went.  If someone can please find them, I'd love to have at least one or two back.  Secondly, I thought in honor of Lana's birthday today, I'd tell you about something she asked for as a birthday present that we indeed did give to her.

It started a couple weeks ago when we went to Sports Authority to get Sonya her baseball uniform.  While we were there, Lana and Georgia found the hand weights on sale.  Quick back story-I do workouts at home every day and frequently use hand weights.  The girls are always trying to pick mine up and "use" them.  The three pounds they can do, but when it comes to the fives, eights and tens, I won't let them get near them.  I'm mostly afraid they will drop one on a foot or toe.  That would not be a fun visit to the ER.  At the sports store, however, they had one pound weights, AND they were PINK.  Miss Lana's favorite color.

She played with them for a while, then when I told her to put them back because we had to go she protested.  The only way to get her out of the store without a scene was to remind her that her birthday was coming up and maybe she would get them as a gift.  I just figured she'd forget about it.  She did not.  Anytime I asked her what she wanted for her birthday she would say,

"Dos tings at da store where we got sissy's stuff."

At first I had no idea what "tings" she was talking about.  Then I figured it out and said,

"Oooh!  You mean the weights?"

"YEAH!" she replied.

I really had no intention of getting them for her.  I mean what's a four year old going to do with weights? Plus, surely she would forget.  However, every time I asked what she wanted she would say the same thing.  "Dos tings at da store", while making a picking up weights motions with her arms.

So, last night Andy and I went to Target to get her some birthday presents.  We found a few things, we thought she might find fun.  As we were about to check out, I mentioned to Andy about what Lana had been asking for, just to have a laugh about it.  Instead, Andy decided we were buying her the weights.  Target didn't have the pink ones, so we headed to the Sports Authority where they did still have those small pink weights.

This morning, she opened all her presents and was generally happy with everything she got.  Then Sonya handed her the package with the weights.

"Wow dis one is HEAVY!" She said.  Well, two pounds is about 7% of her body weight.

She ripped off the paper, her eyes got big and she exclaimed, "Dis is just what I WANTED!!" Then she immediately started lifting them.

I'm not sure how often she will actually use them, but for six bucks, we totally made her birthday.  Plus, look at us!  We are helping to fight childhood obesity, by starting our kids working out early.  Michelle Obama would be so proud!

Happy Birthday Lana Lu!  Thanks for making our family more interesting.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

A Pair of Double HI-C's

A couple years ago I posted this blog about how Lana thought boobs worked.  Turns out, even almost two years older, she is still thinking along these same lines.  Here's how the conversation went the other day in the shower. (To those of you who get uncomfortable at the word boob, this post is chock full of boobs!-you've been forewarned.  Then again, did you just start reading this blog?)

Georgia,  pointing to my boob-"What's dat?" 

Me- "That's my boobie."

Sonya-"Yeah that's where she fed us when we were babies.  That's where the milk comes from."

Lana-"What milk?"

Me- "The milk that mommies feed their babies.  The boobies make milk so babies can eat.  Someday your boobies will get bigger to." 

Sonya- "Do you still have milk?"

Me- "No, when the babies stop getting the milk from the boobs, it goes away-(and leaves you with these lovely saggy mom boobs.  Thanks girls!)

At this point Lana looks from one of my boobs to the other sizing them up and thinking. Then she points to each one and asks,

"Which one of dem has da juice?"

She is going to be soooo disappointed in nursing.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Breaking the Baseball Gender Barrier

Back in December we signed Sonya up for T-ball.  Since then she's had try-outs (yes for T-ball, but I'm pretty sure only for placement purposes) and practices.  The first Saturday in March was her first game.  As it turns out, Sonya is a pretty damn good ball player.

Okay, yes I'm biased because I'm her mom, but many of the other parents and the coaches as well, have commented on how good she is.  She hits well, runs fast and has one hell of an arm when she throws.  Perhaps a little too much.  She can aim, but she's still doesn't always get that you don't NEED to throw it as hard as you can.  Say when the other kid is only 5 feet away.  She goes for the ball when it comes to her and knows whether to try and throw it, or run and tag the base herself.  She plays her hardest, and the best part is she loves it.

I credit all this to Andy who's been playing with her since she was about two.  He never taught her to play like she was a girl either.  I think he taught her just as well, had she been a boy.  This is all fantastic, except for the part where she thinks she's going to play professional baseball some day.  Whenever she mentions it we don't discourage her and tell her girls can't play, because here's the thing,  why CAN'T woman play professional baseball?

I'm not talking about having their own league, because really who's going to care about that?  You know because the WNBA does so well.  No, I'm saying why can't woman play in the Majors with the boys?  If they are just as good as those guys I see no reason why they shouldn't.  I'm sure there are plenty of woman out there who would be just as good maybe even better than a Manny Ramirez or a Kevin Youkilis.

 The other day Andy told Sonya to ask one of the boys on her team, who is one of the better players, to practice with her.  His reason being, play with the better people so you become better.  This little boy was playing at first base most of the time, catching the ball almost always.  At the last practice, Sonya went to him and said,

"My dad says I should practice with you, because I'm as good as you are," Okay perhaps not the most tactful thing to say, but she's a kid, and she is my kid, so sometimes tact doesn't figure into the equation.

His response was, "Yeah, well I'm better than you."

Huh. Okay.  Good thing Sonya relayed this message to Andy and I and we didn't catch the exchange for ourselves.  I would have had to remind myself again that hitting six year olds is usually frowned upon by the general public.  The funny thing about that was, this past game on Saturday, that kid didn't play so well.  For some reason he couldn't catch the ball, and seemed to be more afraid of it.  After the game the coaches decided to put Sonya at first base for the game next week.  See boy, looks like she is just as good, if not better than YOU.

Okay, fine I know, they're six and it is only T-ball.  In the next few years boys will get bigger, stronger and better.  While Sonya will get bigger and stronger, she will never physically be able to match the boys, because she is a girl and well, her genetics aren't going to help her any either.  However, she still might have the talent, so who knows?  I don't know if Sonya will be that girl to change things in Major League Baseball, but if she continues to have the talent and the ability,  I'm certainly not going to be one to tell her she can't.  For now her dream of being a baseball player is one I will encourage her to keep alive. Besides,  you can't tell me with a swing like this she doesn't at least have the potential.

Check it out here.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Just Plain Gross

Okay, there's something that Georgia does that I haven't mentioned on here, because I find it strange and well, kinda gross.  Actually, it's not something she DOES, but more something she says.   I guess I'm wondering if anyone else out there has had their kids say something similar at some point, or is my girl just a little wacky?  

Ever since she starting pooping in the potty, almost a year ago, Georgia has always wanted to get off the potty, look at the poop, and flush the toilet herself.  Now I know this is not unusual.  I think most kids like to do this.  However, most times when she looks in the toilet and sees what she created, she will look up at me and say,

"YUCK!  I don't wan to EAT DAT!"  Sometimes, "I don't wan to have dat for bweckfast!"


I don't know where she got it from or why she even THINKS of the poop in that way.  I mean on the one hand it's good she thinks it's gross, but on the other hand, why would she even THINK about eating it at all?! Sometimes she will also say it when the cat throws up.

"YUCK!  Jazzy frowed up!  You don wan to eat DAT!"

No.  No I don't Georgia.  Why would you even consider it to be an option?

She can't be the ONLY kid who's ever said something like this, can she?

Feel free to comment.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Looking For a Bit of Irish Luck

Sonya has a very overactive imagination.  This is good in a lot of ways.  Including the fact that it keeps her believing in things like Santa, the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny wholeheartedly.  I'm not ready for her to not believe in things like that at six, even if some kids her age don't.  However, she does seem to take it up a notch when she comes home and tells me things like, "I saw a REAL LIVE FAIRY today!!"  Really?  Then there was last Tuesday when she came running up to the car after school yelling,

"Mommy, mommy!  Kimberly  and Charlotte saw a Leprechaun!!  I want to go home and see if I can catch one!"  

Oh boy.  Well, I guess it is almost St. Patrick's day, so perhaps those little guys are running around her school.  Hey-who am I to burst her bubble that there are no such things?

We went home and she did her homework and practiced her violin at a rapid pace.  Then she asked if she could go outside and try to catch  a Leprechaun.  Sure-good luck!  She found her extra backpack and decided that it was the perfect device to trap one.  Then she headed outside by herself on a Leprechaun hunt, while her sisters napped.  

I was in the kitchen cooking or cleaning.  Probably both, since that is what I spend half my day doing.  Sonya came bursting in the back door.

"I forgot!  Charlotte said you need root beer to trap a Leprechaun.  Do we have root beer?"

"Um, no," I said.

"Oh," she said sounding disappointed.  "How about Coke?"

"Nope." We don't usually have a lot of soda in our house.

"Juice box?" She asked hopefully.

"I don't think so honey, sorry."

"Fine," she said.  "I'll just go out to the refrigerator in the garage and get a water," she said defeated.  

I heard her out in the garage and then walk back in a minute later.  She had a big smile on her face and she excitedly held up a can in her hand.  

"I found THIS!  THIS will work!"

In her hand she held a can of Miller Lite.  We don't usually have soda, but we almost always have beer.

"Sonya, I don't think...Never mind.  Fine. Take it... just don't open it."

"Oh no, I won't!  I'm going to leave it by the back gate and the Leprechaun can open it when he finds it," she said and bounded out the door.  

Huh.  Maybe she will catch a Leprechaun after all.  Beer is probably the right bait, he is Irish after all.    Although, she might have better luck with a can of Guinness.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Disappointing Jillian Michaels

After the excitement of the snow on Saturday, Andy came home and decided that we should go out and get something for dinner.  I didn't really care where we went, because I had lunch not to much earlier with my friends after getting my hair done.  I wasn't even close to hungry.  I told Andy he had make the decision of where to go, since I wasn't eating.  This in of itself was a challenge, because for some reason, I'm the one who is supposed to make these kinds of decisions.  I don't want to always be the one to chose where we eat.  I have to choose what everyone eats all week long.  I get tired of making that decision, but for some reason my husband doesn't want to do it.  This time it was all him, since I wasn't eating anyway. HA!  I win!  

First we went to Barney's.  It's a sports bar/restaurant we go to sometimes.  (Which, by the way I suggested, once Andy started to panic about making the restaurant decision.)  It's a great place to go with the kids, because there's a huge menu, TV's everywhere, and it's loud enough to not hear a screaming two year old.  Oh not to mention they have wine.  And beer.  And booze.  You know, for choices.  We did not stay there, however.  They wanted to charge us a ten dollar cover charge for some fight or something we didn't care or know about.  But hey!  They wouldn't charge us for the kids!  Really?  Because they were the ones who wanted to watch the fight, and they were willing to let us do it for free!  We Win!

Back to square one!   Andy decided to go to Shakey's Pizza.  Now for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of eating at a Shakey's I assure you, you are missing nothing.  I am a believer of the "even bad pizza is edible" idea. The same is true for Shakey's but just barely.  It's better than Chuck E. Cheese.  It is however very family friendly and usually fast.   USUALLY.

We ordered and sat down to wait.  The kids were hungry and starting to become unruly.  I was even starting to get hungry.  Great, now I had to have Shakey's pizza.  Oh well. Maybe I didn't win after all.   I did realize, however, if I ever want a self esteem boost, it is a great place to go.  I was in the top five of most attractive girls and probably top three of thinnest, and the place was busy.  It's hard to feel attractive on your best hair and full makeup days,  living in Los Angeles.  Especially when you run into woman like Christine Taylor (Ben Stiller's wife) at gymnastics.  No makeup, hair in a ponytail and she could still turn heads.

The food seemed to be taking forever to get to the table.  Maybe it just seemed like it was taking long because the kids were getting super antsy.  Sonya had already spilled her drink and I had taken two of them to the bathroom at different times already.  Plus I swear the people behind us got there after we did and got their food first.  I was just about to go up to the counter and start my "where's our food rant", when  FINALLY it came.  The kids started scarfing down pizza at a rapid pace.  They were obviously famished.  It's a shame I never feed them.

Even Lana was eating like it had been days since she'd seen food.  Although pizza is one of the few foods she will eat without protest.  She was on slice number three, when she asked for another one.  She did have a bit of leftover pieces on her plate, so I pointed it out and told her to eat some of what she had before getting another one.  She agreed and finished what she had. Then she stood up to grab her fourth piece.  We were in a corner booth, so the standing up wasn't that big of a deal, except that it let her voice carry for what she said next.  As she was going for her fourth piece she stretched, patted her belly, and said in a more than normal voice,


Andy and I looked at each other, and I couldn't help it, I totally lost it.  Andy kept it together.  I don't know how he does that.  I think it stems from his worry about what everyone else is thinking of us in that moment.  I, on the other hand, I don't really care.  I don't know those people and will most likely never see then again, so whatever.  Granted most of the people in there weren't the skinniest people in the world, so perhaps some of them took offense, but she is only three.  It's not like she was trying to be mean.  In fact all she was trying to say was that she wanted to get really full and make her belly big.  That's what she explained to us about five minutes later, after I changed my pants from having peed in them.

The rest of the meal was thankfully uneventful, and Lana ate enough to fill up her belly.  I don't really think it was enough to make her fat, especially considering the kid is not even 30 pounds at almost four years old, but at least it made her full for the night.  That is something that doesn't happen on a regular basis with her.  One thing is for sure, that is not a statement she'll be making in fourteen years from now.