Life
I took my two small children to their first hibachi dinner. I should have known this would turn to shit. I need to learn when I suspect a situation with my children will go wrong I should run away and figure out how to make shit right.
I'm pretty sure Lilly was in a fire in her past life. The first time she saw a fire in a restaurant she screamed so loud it scared other guests. A cheese-bread was lit on fire and all yelled "OOMPAH." Should be fun. Lilly fucking screamed bloody murder. She was 1.5 then. She is almost 6 now and still refuses to participate in 4th of July celebrations. Japanese onion volcanos with fire are strictly out unless she's in the bathroom or under the table.
Because I'm what... what am I? Hateful? no Observant? no Inquisitive? Perhaps... There were three little girls at a hibachi table opposite ours. I was trying to convince Lilly to be brave based upon their behavior. As we were talking, little girls eyeing one another, a small sister stabbed my example girl incredibly hard in the arm with chopsticks. It hurt and she cried and I laughed so hard I almost hid under the table! Were they scared of the volcano fire? A little. But they did not cry like my baby babies. (I was nice) I loved that little slice of life. I watch sisters slam down one another every day. That chopstick stabbing was classic, and hurt! I did relate that lesson and plus got Lilly a cool Japanese birthday headband when it was not her b-day.
Managing a team of supposed graphic designers sucks. More on that. I can't take it. I need more money. Don't we all. Details are for my next post.
Good night, good luck, God bless, have great sex!
I'm pretty sure Lilly was in a fire in her past life. The first time she saw a fire in a restaurant she screamed so loud it scared other guests. A cheese-bread was lit on fire and all yelled "OOMPAH." Should be fun. Lilly fucking screamed bloody murder. She was 1.5 then. She is almost 6 now and still refuses to participate in 4th of July celebrations. Japanese onion volcanos with fire are strictly out unless she's in the bathroom or under the table.
Because I'm what... what am I? Hateful? no Observant? no Inquisitive? Perhaps... There were three little girls at a hibachi table opposite ours. I was trying to convince Lilly to be brave based upon their behavior. As we were talking, little girls eyeing one another, a small sister stabbed my example girl incredibly hard in the arm with chopsticks. It hurt and she cried and I laughed so hard I almost hid under the table! Were they scared of the volcano fire? A little. But they did not cry like my baby babies. (I was nice) I loved that little slice of life. I watch sisters slam down one another every day. That chopstick stabbing was classic, and hurt! I did relate that lesson and plus got Lilly a cool Japanese birthday headband when it was not her b-day.
Managing a team of supposed graphic designers sucks. More on that. I can't take it. I need more money. Don't we all. Details are for my next post.
Good night, good luck, God bless, have great sex!