My god daughter Carolyn is 6 years old and her sister Kate is 8. She is a doll. She's also a stubborn little thing that likes things her way, with a little bit of attitide thrown in the mix. I love her to pieces. Tonight I am watching the both of them and decided that since I was coming at 5pm, we'd all go out for dinner. I arrive and Kate immediately announces she would like Sushi. Carolyn wants to go to Pizza Hut. Disagreement #1. Well, I had pizza last night - so that nipped that in the bud. We hop in the car and head to the Lake Front to hit up Sushi Sono. A top notch sushi resturant in this area. We get seated and Carolyn announces she would like to order "the things with tails." Great. The things with tails. I'm guessing shrimp... but... everything I say isn't the right name. Disagreement #2. Why can't they just put "things with tails.........$7.50" on the menu!?!?
We finally figure out what it is... order it... and eat. Then, the girls decide they would like to walk down the dock to see the ducks in the lake. We all hold hands and make our way down. Once we get there, there are a bunch of families fishing. One is actually keeping what they catch - and it doesn't really look like they are good catches, might I add. Kate approaches to get a closer look - and so does Carolyn. All of a sudden, this guy gets a bite. He flops the fish out of the water and onto the dock... the fish flops around and what does it do... it hits Carolyn on the foot. WHAT ARE THE FREAKING ODDS OF THAT?!?! So, let the show begin! First, it was fright... then... straight WAILING. I couldn't help but snicker. She would get herself together, look at the tiny bit of blood and start wailing all over again. We are making our way through the crowd with her yelling "it stings! I can't walk! my foot hurts! ONLY A BANDAID WILL MAKE THIS BETTER!!!!!!!!!" Please, hold your applause.
I wish I had an Oscar. She would have won, hands down...
We get to the info booth where I plop her on the table and the assistant brings over a first aid kit. I talk Carolyn through it and look at the expiration date on the alcohol wipe. As the lady says "hope they haven't expired..." I look up and say "well... only 14 years ago.. the date says 1996."
I finally get the child a bandaid and I pick her up and we make our way to the car. Halfway back, I ask her if she thinks she'll ever walk again? I mean, we're by the hospital and if we need to cut this thing off - we might as well just do it now. I put her down and she starts to walk... dragging the leg behind her while sniffling and whimpering. She's a complete mess.
We get back to the car and she says "Can we play a boardgame when we get home?" Kate says "I thought we were going to play hide and seek?" and Carolyn says "well, how about since I got hurt, I get to pick what we do for the rest of the night..." Way to milk it girlfriend... Disagreement #3.
The ride home was rather quiet until I began to hear a light sob and a sentence ending with "sushi sono." I ask her to speak up, she begins to sob and announce "I didn't even want to go to sushi sono...." over and over again. By this point, I am laughing uncontrollably... and she is crying even harder because I am laughing at her, but I just couldn't help it.
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Toooo funny!
I love being the adult now. I remember when my parents would do that to me and it would make me so mad. Or when they talked about you when you were sitting right there as if you couldn't understand what they were saying.
Great story!
Friggin hilarious. Thanks for my laugh of the day.
BTW, no chance my kids see the inside of Sushi Sono before they're old enough to pay for it. They could go through fifty bucks worth of dead fish each, easy.
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