Hey Mister Tamborene Man….

We went out to grab some dinner tonight.  You people should be very happy we do that.  I get more blog post ideas out of dinner out than almost anything else. 

We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant tonight for some comfort food.  I worked a very loooooooong day, and My Honey was brain dead from studying, and the children were ornery so no matter where we went, they would complain. 

The waitress brought the children lemonades and, because she’s served us many, many times before, she brought the cups with lids.  Of course, the lids didn’t help when The Bandit dropped his entire 24oz cup on the floor about 30 seconds after she brought it.

She very sweetly mopped up the contents and wrangled all the loose ice cubes.  She’s a pretty unflappable waitress, and we always tip her well.  At least she was unflappable until The Bandit toppled out of his chair.

I’m telling you people, it continues to be the funniest damn thing I’ve ever seen.  One second he’s there and the next all you see are flailing arms and legs and two eyes round with surprise.  The entire dining room watched and gasped in unison.  The waitresses hands flew to her face as she watched in horror.  Of course, I was laughing hysterically.  I’m such a wonderful mother.

The Bandit crawled back into his chair with a sheepish grin, “It’s very wet down there,” he said gesturing to the floor.

When we left the restaurant, the kids both asked where we were going that was fun.  That’s how they word it, “What are we going to do that’s fun?”

Not skipping a beat, My Honey answered, “Where going to find a gypsy camp to see if we can trade you two in on tambourines.”

I’d rather see if they’d trade for a gong.  I’d really like a gong.  Or at the very least, a tambourine and a triangle.  I can’t imagine what we’d do with two tambourines.  Unless we decide to become a tribute band for The Byrds.