Someone said, "I know, let's go out for dinner."
And then the music started: Doot-do-doodoo-doodoo-doot-do-doodoo.
I was strapping Max in (on Jeff's side of the car), Jeff was strapping Weston in (on my side of the car), and Ruth was in a tizzy because her seat belt receiver was stuck under the seat.
Someone said, "Let's go to Mangia."
And then the music again. Followed by, "No, I want Mexican." "I want a cheeseburger." And crying from the little one.
And dinner went something like this: two trips to the potty, spaghetti all over EVERYTHING, all children crying--sometimes independently, sometimes in stereo...
And the music continued: Doot-do-doodoo-doodoo-do-doot-doodoo.
I hate it when I feel like a three ring circus. On the other hand, someone has to be the entertainment. You were really doing everyone a service.
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