Well, I think I’ve already goofed this post, cause I mean really-who gets to eat?
Papi took the day off work to do some more work in the kitchen. You know, the one that’s been in the middle of being remodeled for over a month? Yeah, that kitchen. On my way home from work, he calls me to warn that there is plaster dust everywhere and it might be wise to just pick up the kiddo and go eat before coming home.
I think about this as I go inside the daycare to pick up Babygirl. After loading and fastening her into her seat, I send a text back to him: Get cleaned up, we’re going to pick you up and have dinner at O’Charleys.
He’s outside waiting for me when I drive by.
We arrive and seated quickly. Everyone smiles and waves to the baby as if she’s a local celebrity-as always the little goof is showing off. But hey, it’s cute, right? We order, she sits and colors. Rolls appear and she eats the majority of one. Her pizza arrives, along with the rest of our food. She stabs it with a fork. Dips it in Mommy’s Ranch (dipping makes everything edible, right?). Everything but actually eat the pizza.
Finally, she’s had enough, just as I decide I really need to start eating on my salad a little faster. Babygirl NOW wants to sit with Mommy. NOW. And cries. And shrieks. So Papi hands her over and she cuddles on my chest as I eat around her few sprigs of hair.
Papi finishes his meal and offers to take her to the bathroom and change a diaper–I get to eat in peace for 5 minutes. YAY! I get a text, thinking from my friend in Kansas City. Uhm…not quite.
It read:
Papi: I have an emergency in here ( I immiately think she had a blow out!) she threw her skirt in the toilet.
I giggle and ask the waitress for an extra To Go bag and text back I’ll meet them at the door of the bathroom. I stand up gathering our stuff that’s suddenly EVERYwhere. I look up and Papi is cuddling Babygirl in his arms just so that her diaper doesn’t show.
Apparently, the toilet had a bit of gross in it and he was not bringing the skirt back home. Oops. Now isn’t that just like a man, not to clean the toilet before laying his daughter on the changing table above it?