Each Saturday I have a date with Tanner, Christian, Mason, and Sydney. This week we were slated to go.....
Bowling, Bowling, BOWLING but alas, itwas not meant to be. Both Tanner and Christian had friends over when I arrived so 5 boys in full basketball shoes, shirts, and shorts and Sydney in her juicy sweatsuit, collared shirt, purple bow and tennis shoes with svaroskis loaded into the Odyssey [have I mentioned how much I love this vehicle.]
First stop, Splitz which is the premier alley. They have video games, they give you socks and you can order pizza, nachos, and probably sushi. The guy at the register informed me it was a 1.5 hour wait. Next stop, some other ghetto place by Target, but, it was league/satin jacket night and a 3 hour wait. Last stop and my Ace in the hole, Flatirons crossing mall.
Everyone got food from their preferred place and we all sat down at a huge table to eat in the middle of the very crowded Food Court. Ethan, T's friend, pulled a jalapeño pepper from his sandwich and Christian popped it into his mouth faster than you can say Barak Obama. Literally 1 minute later C stands up and looks at me wide-eyed and says “I think I’m going to throw up”. PANIC. Tanner said “run to the bathroom” but C had the “I’m going to do it now” look on his face. So I glibly grabbed the McDonalds bag that the McNuggets came in and held it under his mouth. C preceded to throw up, the bag got heavier and heavier and all the while I was ghost patting myself on the back for having so quickly diverted a most certain and smelly disaster.
Suddenly I noticed how heavy the bag was getting and then THE BAG MCBROKE and you guessed it, puke spewed everywhere. I took Christian and got him cleaned up and came back to see a poor little Latino worker staring at the mess radioing for backup. Our group had conveniently moved to another table.
And you guessed it, C was fine, went and ran around the dinosaurs and slammed a huge Wonka candy bar.