On Friday, Cory, Chase and I went to Perkins for dinner. I shouldn't expect my toddler to sit down for an hour long dinner - but, ofcourse when you have a hankering for Brinner (breakfast food for dinner), your good decision-making skills fly out the window.
Of course, we were seated dead center in the middle of the restaurant (where the eyes of every other customers end up on you frequently- and of course they did) in a booth with a window as a partition from the customers on the other side enjoying their breakfast food for dinner as well. All was going well until Chase finished his bear pancake (with chocolate chips, because frankly, who would order a bear shaped pancake without chocolate chips?) and had a legitimate question that he needed to ask the adorable elderly couple on the opposite side of the partition. Chase took his tiny fists that were caked in syrup of many flavors (which is why I enjoy Perkins- who doesn't love to have three different choices of syrup?), and started to bang on the glass partition, all while asking the elderly gentleman (of course at the top of his lungs) with frosty gray hair, "Hey old man, are you done eating?"
May I note, he didn't ask this once- he asked this repeatedly until Cory's hand was able to reach across the table and cover his sticky mouth.
Needless to say, we are no longer welcome at Perkins (at least until our two year old can refrain from insulting their customers).
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