Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Joys of Parenting

Friday, we each enjoyed a free Chick-Fil-A meal.

All we had to do was dress up like cows.

Seriously, I love doing this kind of stuff. Crazy, cheesy stuff, like dressing up for a free meal.

My friends never get into this kind of stuff. They are all too mature for such antics.

All my friends, since elementary school. Why can't I attract cheesy enjoying friends, or maybe that would be too much cheese for everybody?

Maybe, my self-conscious seeks the mature people as friends, hoping that some of that maturity will rub off on me.

My self-conscious is still seeking.

Sorry, I digress.

So, I had children. So I could make them do these cheesy things with me. Of course, we don't call it "cheesy," we call it "confidence building."

The conversation usually goes like this:

Me: Who wants to dress up like a cow?


Me: No takers, then who wants to eat at Chick-fil-A?

All Children: WE DO!

Me: Then you will dress up like a cow. No cow, no chicken!

While standing in line Friday, ED was having a grumpy attack. I told him this was supposed to be fun, and that his grumpy gus attitude was defeating the fun aspect.

He told me I was crazy.

The mom in front of us, told me her son was having the same grumpy gus attitude. She told him that if he wanted to eat Chick-fil-A, he needed to wear the costume.

I think I just found a cheesy friend.


Jana said...

If we had been here, we would have dressed up like a cow with you!

3 for Me! said...

I would have been right there with you... my hubby told me he'd rather PAY then get dressed up!!