I wouldn’t either.  Today we decided to go to see The Princess and the Frog.  By the time we got there, wrestled the kids out of the car and bought our tickets, the theater was so full that there weren’t three or four seats together.  If we were to stay to see the film, we would have been peppered throughout the theater or sitting in the very front rows that would leave a crik in your neck.  We headed to the front desk and reserved tickets for the later show and had two hours to burn.  What better way is there to burn a few hours than going to eat at Red Robin?  Bradley had his birthday coupon, so we saddled back up, buckled the kids in, and headed over to the restaurant.

Today was a big day in Jude’s life: we got him his very own bowl of mac and cheese.  He did not have to graze on Gigi’s mac, did not have to beg scraps or hustle fries from Mom or Dad, he had his very own bowl, his very own apples and his very own milk.  We watched him enjoy each spoonful, each sip, each nibble of apple and took pleasure in his pleasure.  He was enjoying his autonomy, like a big boy!

Not vomit, but it looked something like this...

Not vomit, but it looked something like this...

The crew at Red Robin marched out with Bradley’s birthday sundae, clapping and chanting their birthday song.  Jude sank down low in his seat, shy of all the singing and attention.  Once they left, he sat back up, but didn’t take another bite of his food, and turned away a bite of Daddy’s sundae.  Bradley tried again to give Jude another taste to which Jude whimpered, “No!  No!”  Then he promptly vomited all over my pants and sweater.  We felt lucky that it landed on me and not the table, floor or seat.

I rushed off to the bathroom to clean up.  I rinsed out my sweater, cleaned my pants and headed back to the table to find Bradley, Jude, the floor, seat, and parts of the table covered with what must have been round two of the expulsion of food from Jude’s tummy.  Bradley looked panicked, the people in the next table looked totally disgusted, and the staff was all a-twitter.  Bradley’s shoes, socks and pants were covered and Jude’s boots were full, sweatshirt coated and pants slicked with vomit.  Love-ly.  I rushed outside with my boy, hoping that he would keep the remainder of his food inside long enough to bypass the rest of the diners and diners to be.

As Bradley was pretty well coated, we ran to Old Navy where he quickly purchased a new pair of pants to wear to the movies.  But, when we got into the theater, we ran into the same situation as before: full again.  We got reimbursed and walked out, exhausted and relieved to be taking our vomit scented selves on home for a refreshing bath.  We’ll try for The Princess and the Frog again tomorrow…


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