Lunch with my Parents

Well my parents had the day off yesterday, so the boys and I joined them for lunch at a local roadhouse restaurant. Now somewhere along the way the definition of Roadhouse has evolved to, a place where one can joyously eat peanuts, and upon cracking open the shell and devouring the yummy goodness within, one can just discard said shell onto the floor where it will later be stomped on by all whom enter said establishment...

Now that being said, -N- found this to be one of the best places in the world to go out to eat!! His grandmother helped him perfect the art of smashing a peanut on the table to get to the yummy goodness inside (which he discovered to be "YUMMY" only after great coersion to try something new, mind you). Then his grandfather taught him the art of sweeping any inedible portion of the peanut onto the floor below him. At the end of our meal, his grandparents decided it would be a good idea to load up -N-'s pockets with peanuts, so that he could later enjoy them at home.

Now I know what you must be thinking, why in the world would it seem like a good idea to take these home, after teaching a two and a half year old that it is okay to throw the remnants on the floor? Well had we been heading straight home, I would have protested the idea, but since we were going to Grammy and Grandpa's house, sure why not hehehe. So I pointed out how excited I was that we were headed to their house FIRST, at which point my Mom thanked my Dad for teaching -N- the art of "sweeping" and then told -N- we don't throw these on the floor at home.

Now you might be expecting some cute pictures of -N- smashing shells, or "sweeping" them onto the floor or maybe even stomping on them as we left the restaurant, well...

Nope! Here is the load of the laundry from the next day. Hmmm, note to self, it's time to start checking the two and a half year old's pockets. HA