On Tuesday, we went to Bob Evens (down on the farm!) for dinner since Mike was training at the Fetzer Center for work. Dinner went really well partly due to the fact that we got both kids chocolate milk with really long bendy straws. The kids both wanted breakfast for dinner, so we got them the little farmer with sausage links.
By the time that the food arrived, Hayden had already nearly finished his chocolate milk. Luckily, Violet was able to share hers throughout the meal.
Once we got the food it was very hot so Hayden couldn’t eat it right away. He was helping Mike blow on it to cool it down. After looking at his food he started yelling “EEEEWWWWW PENIS!” Mike and I looked at each other to see if we both heard the same thing. He then proceeded to say this multiple times which Violet thought very funny. She then said (very loudly), “Hayden said ‘EEEEWWWW PANTS!'” Thankfully there was a slight error in the translation.
Once we got the kids calmed down and eating their food, it went relatively smoothly from there. This will be a restaurant story to share in the future with others!
Reminds me of a little Mikey story about alarm clocks – only without the "l" in clocks. More details in person. I don't want to be thrown out of the blog! Grammy
Another story comes to mind. Libby, Mikey, Karl and Paula are having lunch at Russ' in Muskegon. All the details are hazy, as I have almost successfully repressed this one. Help me here. Mikey finished first (no surprise) and was tapping on something with a carrot stick(?) when Karl broke out in song: "Eat it. Eat it. No one wants to watch you beat it…" Grammy, again!
I don't remember the details of what caused him to sing that song, but what I do remember is having carrot pieces lodged in my sinuses for at least a day or two.