Sunday the Big Giraffe and I took the boys out for breakfast. There was a little bit of a wait, and the boys were tired and cranky. I could sense that a meltdown was about to ensue. Because I didn't want to yell in a restaurant full of people wanted to be the calm, cool and creative parent, I quickly racked my brains for a good distraction. Instantly I had it! Tis the season to be jolly! I played the Santa card.
I pointed out to my older son (OS) that there was an elf in the parking lot taking notes to report back to Santa. OS immediately went to the door to peer out in the parking lot and excitedly looked for the elf. Then our table was called. I tried to shepherd the boys over to our table. Tried being the key world. Our younger son (YS) began crying that he wanted to see the "elephant". Apparently he mistook my saying "elf" for "elephant". Of course then OS started protesting that he didn't get a chance to see an elephant in the parking lot either. My little plan to quiet down the kids completely backfired.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: An imaginary elephant is as difficult to find as an imaginary elf.Labels: From the Mouths of Babes, Humor (at least Attempted), Outings and Playgroups, Pets and Animals |
oh this is quite funny when you write it down like that. I'll make a mental note of your lessons learned!