Today, Jereme asks if the kids and I want to go eat lunch with him. I, obviously, answer yes before the question is even finished. It's a win-win. No fixing/cleaning up a lunch mess AND it can be the meal of the day so sandwiches or cereal for supper.
I call him after playgroup. He says how about Pizza Hut? Well, why not, we only have about 4 restaraunts in this town. He then says, ok, well, WE'LL meet you there in about 15 minutes. Whoa, wait, what? WE? Who is we? Jereme answers, I am up at one of my dealers so I invited them to all come down and eat with us. Me, "OH CRAP." But, the idea of not having to fix 2 meals FAR outweighed the thought of the twins, dangerously close to naptime, and eating out.
Everything was fine and dandy. There were about 6 or 7 of them and they were loving on all the kiddos. Then, right at the end, Jorden gets slightly choked up. Have I ever mentioned that the child has a serious gag reflex issue?
Yep, you guessed it. Sitting right there in front of 6 or 7 of Jereme's guys, Jorden yaks. I, ever the quick-thinker, shove his plate full of food under his mouth and attempt to block any projectile parts from hitting the people around us. So, there we were, Jorden happy as a lark, 25 seconds after throwing up all over his food, drinking a Sprite and me, trying to keep it together, toweling off child's puke from my arm and hand with napkins.
I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why more people don't want to eat out with us????