Eating Out With Kid’s

One thing I love about my crazy family is that they give me plenty of blogging material It never runs out! You just can’t make this stuff up.

For Squeals Birthday last week we decided to go to a restaurant my kid’s love and then go to a toy store and let Squeal choose a present.

My kid’s love variety and options as do I. They chose an all you can eat buffet. Once we got there and were seated we had to immediately figure out how everyone was going to get their food. This was harder than birthing all three of my children combined. We decided to split up and each take a kid and I held the Birthday girl. In what seems like about forty minutes later we all had our food.

As Shout is getting into our huge corner booth all of her food slid off of her plate and onto her seat. I am talking mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, the works. I grab her to get a new plate of food while the umpire cleans up the goopy gross mess. I come back with new food for Shout and take a seat.

What I did not realize is that Squeal had spilled a huge puddle of the most sticky glue like orange jello I had ever seen right where I sat down. The spot was bigger then a hand print! It was so thick that I immediately felt it soak into my jeans and all the way to my skin. This seriously was some kind of crazy super human jello. When I got home and changed my clothes later I realized that in the area where the jello stain was it had actually dyed my skin orange (no pictures of that, I am sure you are all disappointed)

While I was trying to wipe off the jello, Shriek was happily eating her food and ready to get more. She had been pretty independent and we were sitting close to the buffet so I just let her get food by herself. I knew the minute I heard a plate crash in the floor breaking that it was her. She felt so bad and whispered to me wondering if we would have to pay for the plate and if she would be able to get more for. The employees were so nice it about. I told her not to worry about it and we went back to eating.Nothing else too excited happened the rest of the meal besides three antsy kid’s trying to crawl out of the booth on there hands and knees. That’s always fun

The ironic thing about this whole chaotic episode was the only thing Shriek ended up eating was 2 slices of buffet pizza, so we pretty much could have gotten away with a Hot and ready from little Caesars for five dollars instead.

I think we may have eaten at our last buffet for a little while.

{ 6 comments… add one }

  • Jessica March 28, 2011, 12:53 PM

    That is just terrible all the way around! Sometimes blogging is so easy with kids because they totally provide all the material we need. I hope your clothes aren’t stained by that orange jell-o.

  • Julie March 28, 2011, 1:20 PM

    Wow! What more can I say? Kids just love those buffets. I’m sure you’ll always remember the birthday dinner and the orange jello. Funny Stuff!

  • one cluttered brain March 28, 2011, 5:26 PM

    pizza buffet?
    lol…i’ll say you were busy…
    next time film the mess….
    and post it…lol.
    oh my!
    I’m baaack online…spread the word….lol.

  • Losing Browneis March 29, 2011, 1:10 AM

    Kids are the best material for blogging! I’ve got an endless supply of stuff because of my own and I’m sure that bank will only get larger with time!

  • Rachel Sue March 29, 2011, 1:40 PM

    You know, buffets are so deceiving. You think “perfect! Everyone can get what they want!” We never seem to remember the part that you can’t just sit and someone brings it to you!

  • T March 30, 2011, 9:29 AM

    I have been SO grateful lately that we have been able to eat out somewhere besides a buffet once in a blue moon! yes, I’m still annoyed that I am paying $5 for Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese… but the pure joy of being able to sit and eat rather than standing every 3.7 minutes to accompany another child to the buffet and explain that “no, you may not have another rice krispie treat”… yeah, I think getting older (and thus the children aging as well) is beginning to have its benefits.

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