My wife and I brought the girls to a holiday party at our clubhouse last night (to be clear, this clubhouse is more hunting lodge than it is golf clubhouse). Maybe 100 people there, about 20 of them under 4 feet tall and less than 7 years old.
As different as all these kids are, the one thing they had in common is that they get bounced around like pinballs while they run and the adults move around the room. It usually happens when 2 or more adults are talking and one of them turns and takes a step to grab some more food or get another glass of wine. 9 out of 10 times, there's a kid zooming past them just at the right moment.
The kid bounces off the adult's leg, takes 2 wobbly side steps while getting his balance back and keeps on going.
Do it often enough and you get a free ball.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Macaroni and Cheese
Grace is in one of those phases where she'll only eat two things, yogurt and mac and cheese.
So last week, we're coming home from a week in Orlando on the Amtrak Autotrain (don't ask, it's just one of those thing). Dinner is at 7:00 prompt in the dining car and the menu is pretty simple. 4 or 5 meals for adults. And for the kids, it's Choo Choo Chicken Fingers. Which of course, Grace won't eat. But one of the adult means comes with a side of mac and cheese. So being the good dad, I order that and figure I'll trade the mac and cheese for come Choo Choo Chicken and all will be good.
Except the waitress comes back and informs us that they are out of mac and cheese. They're glad to substitute mashed potatoes. But there won't be any mac and cheese on this trip.
Of course, Grace is not happy. And neither am I. I start getting into it with the waitress. "How can you be out of mac and cheese? We just left Florida. Can't the guy who's only job is to make sure we have mac and cheese just do his job right for once? What's my daughter going to eat now?"...and so on.
Which is all just plain asinine. Like it's Amtrak's fault Grace won't eat anything else right now.
Would have been nice if I realized that while we were still on the train.
So last week, we're coming home from a week in Orlando on the Amtrak Autotrain (don't ask, it's just one of those thing). Dinner is at 7:00 prompt in the dining car and the menu is pretty simple. 4 or 5 meals for adults. And for the kids, it's Choo Choo Chicken Fingers. Which of course, Grace won't eat. But one of the adult means comes with a side of mac and cheese. So being the good dad, I order that and figure I'll trade the mac and cheese for come Choo Choo Chicken and all will be good.
Except the waitress comes back and informs us that they are out of mac and cheese. They're glad to substitute mashed potatoes. But there won't be any mac and cheese on this trip.
Of course, Grace is not happy. And neither am I. I start getting into it with the waitress. "How can you be out of mac and cheese? We just left Florida. Can't the guy who's only job is to make sure we have mac and cheese just do his job right for once? What's my daughter going to eat now?"...and so on.
Which is all just plain asinine. Like it's Amtrak's fault Grace won't eat anything else right now.
Would have been nice if I realized that while we were still on the train.
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