It all started with a typical communication breakdown. We were on our way into McDonald’s for a nutritious dinner. Max said he needed to use the bathroom really bad. So, I told Ronnie to take Max to the restroom and that I would take Kendra, and then we would order our food. Easy enough.
I subconsciously noticed that Ronnie and Max were standing admiring the Happy Meal toy display as Kendra and I entered the restroom. But, when we emerged they were nowhere to be seen, so we girls went to order up some food while the boys finished taking care of business. I ordered, got the food, poured the drinks, set everything up at the table, and still there was no sign of the boys. Hmmm…
Several minutes later, I heard Ronnie laughing, and I looked up to see him carrying Maxwell. Max was wearing these strange red pants that I had never seen before and Ronnie was laughing his head off. What is he wearing? I was puzzled.
Turns out, Ronnie did not take Max to the restroom when Max had to go really bad. Instead, they looked at the Happy Meal toy display, and Max took a leak in his pants right there. Ronnie rushed him to the restroom, too late of course, and had to figure out a quick fix. I would have simply said no sit-down dinner for us and gone through the drive-thru. Ronnie, on the other hand, used his creative parenting skills and made an unusual, though somewhat effective, pair of pants out of his shirt.
Seems he put Max’s legs through the arms of his long-sleeved shirt then tied a knot at the waist. The result was something I would imagine old dancing drunk men to have worn in ancient Russia. Maybe kind of Fiddler-on-the-Roof-ish. If I were a rich man,Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum…Anyways, there was my son sporting his new dry pants and my husband giggling his brains out. Time to eat.
Well, as if that weren’t enough for one outing, Max somehow managed to pour about half his bottle of chocolate milk on his shirt-pants. At least the wetness wasn’t a bodily fluid, I guess. I blotted him off best I could, and laughed it off since that seemed to be the thing to do for the night.
He ate his food, then sat happily playing with his Happy Meal toy – a talking Alvin, the head chipmunk of the famous rodent trio. For whatever reason, Max looked at the toy, pushed the button, and when the toy said, “Hello, Gorgeous!” Max said in delight, “It’s baby Jesus!!” Don’t ask me! We laughed again.
Everyone wanted dessert, so I went to the counter still chuckling about baby Jesus. I ordered our sundaes, and the young fellow put them on a tray along with spoons. I looked at him and simply asked, “Do you have nuts?” He turned around to get the chopped peanuts, but couldn’t hide his amusement at all, and when he handed them to me he was openly laughing. Well! Excuse me! I didn’t know we were in elementary school. I laughed along with him and went back to the table.
Max made a few more jokes while eating some ice cream, the funniest of which was his naming the nuts “little seeds”. We finished up and were getting ready to leave. Max, poor boy, tried to get up from the table holding the rest of his chocolate milk, and somehow managed to pour it on his head and fill his hood with it. At this point, what do you do?
Ronnie quickly grabbed my purse. Now, in the ten years we’ve been together, he has never, ever held my purse. Tonight, though, he grabbed it up with gusto. I think he even swung his hips a little as he walked. He would have put lipstick on if it would have sealed the deal that I had to carry that little bundle of mischief out to the Jeep.
I scooped Max up, trying to hold him in a position that would keep his shirt-pants on and still keep me from being covered in chocolate milk. It was awkward, but I thought I was doing a good job. The McDonald’s employees gave me some really memorable looks when I passed by, but I attributed it to the shirt-pants.
Only when I got outside did I realize that Max’s “seeds” were exposed.
Oops! What do you do? We just laughed some more and drove on home.