The other night Joey, Ace, Archie and I went to eat at one of our very favorite Thai restaurants. We had just come from Academy where Archie got a brand new helmet for T-Ball. His newest prized possession. He wore the helmet in the car on the way to eat, and there was no prying that thing off of his head.....so he wore it to dinner. He could not have been any happier.
We had a nice, loud as usual dinner, secluded in a corner so as to not run anyone off. Our helmet headed boy continuously smiled while inhaling his noodles, reminding us between bites that he was indeed wearing a giant blue helmet. (By tapping his head and shouting, "helmet mommy, Archie helmet!!")
As we were walking out of the restaurant, a lady who works there shouted at us,
"Ohhh hahaha, he ride da short bus?!?!?"
Um. Exsqueeze me?
That lady just asked me if Archie rode the short bus. Yes, that just happened.
And just to paint a picture-- the chick wasn't even near us. We were close to the front of the restaurant, and she was towards the back. There were at least 6 tables, filled with people, between where she was and where we were. She had to shout.
I was so caught off guard and shocked. I couldn't even believe those words just came out of someone's mouth. I was confused and weirded out. I don't remember the exact look I gave her, but it was awesomely nasty. I didn't say anything cause I was too busy trying to process what just happened.
Of course, as soon as my foot stepped out that door, I had a million ideas of what to say.
Like-- "No, actually his bus is mid-sized. Thanks for asking."
(Well, that's the only example I will share here. Most would probably consider the other things I wanted to say to be highly inappropriate.)
You go on and rock that helmet, sweet boy.
Lots of Love!