We took advantage of the nice weather today and got out of the house. We met a few of the Aunties at Wahoo's Fish Tacos for some quesadillas and rice (side note: if suddenly the world ran out of cheese or tortillas or rice our children would surely perish). The patio was lovely but the "shark" room called out to us again. This is a room off to the side that holds a sharks head on the wall as well as room for us to be loud and drop rice all over the floor without dissaproving glares from other diners.
We came to the entrance of the room and noticed that it was occupied. My heart froze. A man in his wheelchair was happily eating his quesadilla and beans and rice along with his companion. This man was probably 3 feet tall with a largely disproportionate head. He did look odd but completely cognitive and "normal" whatever that means. My heart had stopped for fear that my two guys would say something. Out loud. So that this poor man might hear. Yeah, it happened. The oldest stopped, stared and raised his arm to point. I felt my heart sink as he yelled (and pointed), "Mom! That guy is really weird, right?" I quickly stuttered a n.n.no and ushered them into a booth. We had a mini lesson on tolerance and acceptance there on the spot. He seemed to understand and I think he actually felt bad about what he said.
I have no idea if this poor guy heard or not. I didn't stick around long enough to find out. I know I should have apologized but I didn't because the three year old had caught a glimpse of this guy and couldn't take his eyes off of him. This kid, while more compassionate, has like NO filter whatsoever. He thinks it- it comes out. Loudly. Besides he was doing the pee pee dance and I suggested we go outside. Only I meant let's eat outside not let's (go) pee outside. When I made it out the door, the three year old was already working on pulling his pants down. Oy vey.
So yeah, one of my kids is that kid that points and stares and the other is that kid that whips his weenie out in public. Parent of the year, here!
2 comments:
Al did something like that the other day - the loud talking part, not the whip it out part :o)
I don't remember what she said, but I just rushed out as fast as possible. I swear I teach them better, what happens?!
Well if you had been with me you know that it would have been my kid *LOL*
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