Would you like a little toe jam with your breadstick?
I got so embarrassed last night. Erick, Wesley, and I went to Pizza Inn for the buffet for dinner. Wesley has been in this stage where he is constantly taking off his shoes and socks. Well, last night was no exception. Instead of just throwing them on the floor, he decided to throw one of his socks across the restaurant. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wesley's arm moving and a white blur flying over this ladies head. I look and it is his sock, flying with precision and landing right on this table next to this ladies dinner plate. All I could do was apologize and say I'm so sorry. The worst part was that initially she didn't notice the sock landed on the table, and, therefore, didn't give it back to me. I had to actually get up and walk over and ask for his sock back. Through all of this, Erick is up at the buffet so he is oblivious to the situation. When he returned I told him what happened. . . all he could do is laugh. That's easy for him to do, he wasn't the one who had to retrieve the sock. :)







April 23, 2008 at 11:44 AM
He has quite a throwing arm! At least it was a buffet so the lady could go get new food. :)
April 26, 2008 at 7:55 AM
Isn't parenthood great!? He'll start keeping his shoes on in time to start school (hopefully...Mere only has 4.5 months till that fateful date and we still have issues!)
May 7, 2008 at 10:29 AM
That's hilarious! I'm sure the ladies didn't mind and now have a great story to tell all of their friends. :)