After the baseball game Friday night, we went to a very late dinner at McDonald’s. And not just any McDonald’s. We went to the fancy schmancy one near the Biltmore Estate in Asheville. It’s a strange place, really. There’s a “magic” grand piano that plays itself, a fireplace, real art…but they still serve the same squashy burgers wrapped in paper. The whole experience is like an oxymoron.
Well, there we were. Eating cheeseburgers at 10:30 at night. And, for whatever reason – probably because we were grossly overtired – the kids and I had the giggles. Everything was funny.
“Oh, you got some fake hair extensions in your Happy Meal?” Hilarious.
“You’re putting ketchup on your fries?” Stop, stop, my stomach hurts from laughing.
When Max looked at us and asked, “What does moist mean?”, we kind of got carried away. Well, I guess you would consider it carried away if someone chokes. And Max did indeed choke.
I ran him to the bathroom so he could hack up the bite of food that was lodged in his throat, and to be honest, we laughed the whole time. We were just being plain silly, and we couldn’t stop.
When we got back to the table, Ronnie had had enough. I guess Max’s choking was the final straw. In retrospect, I guess I can understand where he was coming from.
“No more laughing at this table. And I mean it. Just sit there and eat your food. Stop being ridiculous,” he scolded us.
Max whipped right into shape. He straightened his posture and transformed his expression from jovial to stoic in a matter of seconds. Wow.
He looked over at me, and very seriously inquired (with intense interest and focus), “So, have you ever heard of peanuts taking over the world?”
Kendra and I laughed so hard that we both had tears running down our faces. Ronnie gave Max “the look”. Max didn’t flinch. He met his father’s gaze with confidence, shrugged, and gestured towards me with his thumb. What did he mean by that? He meant Why Father, I’m shocked that you would accuse me of disobeying your wishes. I, unlike my sister and mother, am quite seriously sitting here enjoying my late-night cheeseburger. I’m insulted by this false accusation.
And with that, Ronnie lost his composure and joined in our silly laugh fest. As they say, if you can’t beat them, join them! And there’s clearly no beating Max!