We just went there for eggs…

I will admit I have a weakeness for Bob Evans pancakes. I mean, it’s no waffle from Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles (hold the chicken for me please) but they are dang good and the second we walk in the toddler starts calling ‘cakes! the cakes!’

Max lives in a really nice world. Every where we go someone swoons over him. Tells him he’s gorgeous. I want to live in that world, don’t you? Bed head? Awwww, so cute. Covered in food? So sweet! Mismatched clothes because you refuse to take off the guitar shirt? How sweet are you??

In fact, not to long ago Max caused a fight. He was cruising along at the mall and TOTT and I were relishing all the comments made either too us, or just overheard about how fantabulous our kiddo is. An adorable couple approached him, the 20 something blond girl said to her man “isn’t he the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” the boyfriend responded “eh, it’s a baby.” The light went out of her eyes and TOTT whispered to me “oh his stock just dropped.” She turned on him, how could he not think that baby was the cutest thing? Agreed blond girl! How dare he! We passed by them and kept going, but I’m pretty sure that Max prevented that pretty blond girl from marrying a cold hearted baby hater. We passed by them later at the food court and all was not well in Camelot. You’re welcome random blond girl at Tyson’s Corner Mall.

It was no surprise to me that when me and Mommy’s Ma (my mom, as opposed to Daddy’s Ma) took him to Bob Evans and the waitresses went all ga ga over him. I adore that people treat him well, and they always coo when he says please and thank you. Raising a boy with good manners is important to me. I hope he is always fawned over, but I will not allow him to expect preferencial treatment, abuse it, or take it for granted. I will do my best to raise a grateful child, and one who treats others as beautifully as he is treated. It’s a glorious life for him so far. I wonder if he will grow up gorgeous or if this is the pinnacle of his cute. Either way, I just think he is the bees knees y’all! I know you feel the same way about your babes, and that’s just the way it should be.

We had a lovely waitress named Lauren who immediatly proclaimed her undying love for Max. She was about 22 and adorable and was rushing around with an injured leg. Dude. I admired the heck out of her as she raced around limping from table to table with a big smile on her face and a kind word for everyone. Max pulled out all the tricks for her. Showing off all his signs and singing his songs for her, which now include Something and Here Comes the Sun. He played guitar and peek a boo. Lauren the Waitress stood no chance.

And so along with eggs and pancakes I can announce the betrothal of my only son to Lauren the Waitress, who had her friend the hostess draw Max his very favorite thing in the world (other than ‘both sides’ thankyouverymuch) and offered me this clearly legal contract to care for Max in the manner in which he has become occustomed, in 25 years.

Legally binding guitar contract.
So, at age 27 I shall hand Max off to Lauren the Waitress….wait. No. I don’t wanna! He’s all mine! He’s never getting married! But maybe Lauren the Waitress will give us free pancakes from now till I break the news. I just can’t share this bambino. He’s all mine! I’ve got the ruined belly button to prove it.

8 thoughts on “We just went there for eggs…

  1. I've been trying to teach my son how to say please and thank you, but so far he will just grab his cracker or sippy cup out of your hand and go running into the other room. He still doesn't talk very much, either. I'm hoping when he does start saying more, I can get him to be polite!

  2. Kids with manners!! Such a rare and wonderful find. He definitely sounds like he's on the right track. Even as my brothers are brooding angry teens, they will still shake hands and please and thank to no end. :)I was so confused for a moment because I saw the picture before I read the post and I was like…Lauren? That's me! But no I'm not a waitress at Bob Evans, nor am I 22 (sads). That is adorable though. It sounds like you have all the pancakes you could ever want coming your way.Big ups to Scoes.

  3. Yay for Max and his manners! I get a "peeze?" and a "tate ooo!" from Jacob – but when around other people he will only whisper it. We're working on it though. And I'm with you, none of my children are getting married. They are all mine. The end. And you still have a belly button? No fair!

  4. Good luck with him never getting married. lol Me thinks that every mama of every boy has uttered those same words and some very pretty blue eyed, raven haired beauty comes along and he's helpless to resist. In fact, I would wager that TOTT's ma could attest to that 😉

  5. My baby is now 15 and 6 foot 2 inches tall, and has blond, curly hair and when he was younger everyone would swoon over his locks – he hated it. But now, he kind of likes it, even though he has a girlfriend. His hair isn't as blond as it used to be when he was younger but when it grows out it's still curly. I love the binding guitar contract – lol. But you better watch out for those older women. They are devious as all get out – lol.Great posting. E 😉 Elysabeth ElderingAuthor of the Junior Geography Detective Squad, 50-state, mystery, trivia seriesSTATE OF WILDERNESS, now availableSTATE OF QUARRIES, now availableSTATE OF RESERVATIONS, coming May 2010STATE OF ALTITUDE, coming June 2010Where will the adventure take you next?http://jgdsseries.blogspot.comhttp://junior-geography-detective squad.weebly.com

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