Sean and I took the boys out for a relaxing dinner on the patio at Evans Street tonight. After dinner, we decided a brush up on manners required for eating out is necessary. First of all, keep your tounges in tour mouth until the food arives. It's just polite, don't you think? Second, the patio chairs are not playground equipment! Third, (and I really consider this covered by the first guideline) no licking the tables. Fortunately for us, no one joined us on the patio until the boys had settled in a little bit, so they missed their dazzling display.
They were, however, just in time to see and HEAR Mason get stung by a bee. It was the loudest bee sting ever recorded, I'm sure. My heart went out to Mason, it was his first sting. He was in a lot of pain as well as genuinly shocked by the cruel turn of events. So it is completely understandable, I think, that I wanted to clobber the evil diner who thought the whole thing was amusing. What a horrible woman! Sean actually told Mason he would punch the bee if he saw it again (!). Ashton chimed in with "away, bee, away!" and "May-may owie? Bad, bad bee".
Not as relaxing as we had hoped, but everything was delicious as always.
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