One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
She offers D a bite, and I laugh thinking, "LOL. Like any son of mine would eat that crap!" To my horror, D takes a bite and seems to be genuinely enjoying it. F*CK!!! Stop that, Mrs. Fly! A minute later she offers him another bite and he takes it. Now I'm thinking I need to send him to juvie boot camp or something to get this out out of him.
As I'm eating my "half" of the pizza, wallowing in despair, and wondering "where did I go wrong?" D starts waving to me and pointing to his mouth. That's his way of saying he needs to spit it out!!! So I gleefully get a napkin, he spits that sh*t out, and goes back to eating his pizza.
Ahhh... I guess this is what they mean when they talk about "proud parenting moments."
Obviously, Doublefly DNA >>> Mrs. Fly DNA. Which reminds me of a funny story...
After we gave birth to D, we hired a Chinese live-in nanny for a year (because we just moved into the new house and had an infant). One day we're all sitting at dinner...
Nanny: G and D don't look alike
Mrs. Fly: Maybe it's because they have different fathers
Mrs. Fly & I laugh because she's obviously joking. The nanny laughs with us nervously. As soon as I leave the room, the Nanny runs over to Mrs. Fly and says
Nanny: That no good for me! Why you say that?!? Now you plant seed in his mind!
Maybe it's one of those things where you had to be there.
Resumption of weekend dining trip report in 2 days.