Kalib frolics through a Family Restaurant breakfast
Sunday, August 30, 2009 at 1:46PM ;)
Saturday was another such morning. I could not bear to cook so off we went to Family Restaurant - Kalib, Caleb, Jacob and I. Lavina had to work and Margie did not want to struggle with her crutches.
After we arrived, Kalib strolled in with great confidence. I felt so proud of him.
;)
He studied the sugar packets, then picked up the salt shaker.
;)
The table needed salt, so he salted it. Then he picked up a little creamer. I looked down at my menu.
;)
Suddenly, I felt the creamer that Kalib had just picked up bounce off my forehead. In a state of shock, I looked up just in time to see him pick up the sugar packet that he grips. It was about to bounce off my forehead, too.
My pride only increased. What an arm! What control! What accuracy!
Soon, it will be a baseball that bounces off my head.
I hope I survive.
;)
Next, Kalib studies literature.
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The food is slow in coming. Kalib grows fussy.
;)
Dad calms Kalib down. Outside, happy diners, their bellies already stuffed with eggs, laugh their way past.
Kalib ordered a milkshake. He indulges.
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Kalib offers Dad a taste of milkshake. Dad indulges.
;)
Dad feeds eggs to Kalib.
;)
Kalib studies some human interaction that takes place outside.
;)
Kalib and his dad finish before I do. They go outside to play.
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Kalib sees Caleb and runs to the window, places his hand upon it and leaves a palm, finger and thumb print. Caleb places his hand over it.
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Then it is time to go. A bus boy cleans up our table.
Reader Comments (4)
enjoyed seeing kalib take over the diner. reminded me of my little sarah and dan. when we'd arrive at a restaurant they were so active they'd make concoctions out of water, cream, sugar packets, lemon, everything sitting around. they'd do this until the food arrived. ironically yesterday little danny got married to a lovely woman who thought she was Wonder Woman when she was a kid. i wore my gorgeous mother of the groom dress, which is how i find you in the first place, bill, when i googled mother of the groom dress and up came your shots of the indian wedding!
feel free to read about it at RuthZDeming.blogspot.com.
It's just as well the waiter/waitress didn't leave glasses of ice water on the table for Kalib to play with.
My nephew, when he was about Kalib's age, always used to turn the surface of any restaurant table we were all sitting at into a pond with tiny ice cube ice floes floating around.
He's 20 years old now, and when I recently mentioned to my sister this old trick her son used to play at the table, she professed to not remember. Perhaps she didn't, in some kind of doting "mommy" selectivity. But WE did!
You have a rather amusing series of photos to tell Kalib and his mother and father what kind of childhood he had... :)
Milkshake for breakfast? Oh my....
Ruth - I think Danny is going to have a fun life, being married to Wonder Woman. Thanks, and I will come by.
Karen - What fun Kalib would have had with a glass of ice water. I think the waitress knows this in advance.
Lavina - That's what I said, I said, "Jacob, a milkshake for breakfast? Oh my..." But he didn't listen to me, no, he didn't.
Just consider it the boy's morning out. Boys must always behave a bit when they go out together, or what's the point?