>> Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My husband is a riot. He loves to experiment with what ever is near by. Especially when he is bored or hungry or waiting in a restaurant for our food to be ready.
Last week we were in our local A&W waiting for them to call his name to get our food. He had already spent some time getting ketchup and napkins and soda.
Still no food.
*Tap-tap* His fingers on the table.
Then he starts looking around for something else to do.
Ah... Heinz Ketchup packets.
He takes a napkin, wraps it around his hand and begins to twist one of the packs of ketchup.
I raised my eye brow at him.
"You know that is going to make a mess, right?"
"I have a napkin."
I decide to just let it go.
At that moment it did go.
The boys laughed *Daddy is so neat!*
DH laughed. So did I.
"Didn't think it make that big a mess." he told me, sheepishly.
Just then they called his name to get the food.
"I'll get the food on the way back from the bathroom-- I'm gonna wash my hands."
I love my husband.
It is never boring.
We ate our dinner and left.
I thought that was the end of the ketchup packet adventures.
I was wrong...
A few days later the boys and I were at BK. I don't usually get them kids meals but they were on sale for $.99 which is how much a regular burger costs me, so I gave in.
I don't know what the worker was thinking putting ketchup in the >KIDS< bag that was going into a CAR.
I'm driving along eating my chicken burger and drinking my diet coke, when I hear:
"OOOPPS" It came from my oldest. It was almost a whisper.
That is one thing you DON'T want to hear when you are driving down the road with two boys and FOOD in the back of the car.
"What?" I asked with dread in my voice.
Then my youngest started squealing with laughter.
Oh no. That CAN'T be good.
I glace back and see ketchup.
On the ceiling of my car.
In my just-detailed-because-someone-broke-out-the-back-window car.
There was a line of ketchup stretching from the dome light all the way down the back window to the back dashboard.
"Daddy's didn't make such a mess." My oldest told me in his own defense.
"Child, don't do that again."
What was I supposed to say? Monkey see monkey do, right?
I should have paid more attention to see that he actually cleaned it up when we got home.
But a few days later....
We're driving in the car with DH.
DH notices the mark on the ceiling.
"What's on the ceiling?"
"My son," I laughed "tell your father where the stuff on the ceiling came from."
After the story was related DH says, "just because I do it doesn't mean you can."
That will work.
Who knew such a small thing could cause such an ordeal?
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