Tonight was a nice evening: we went to the Taste of Small College Town, modeled after the Taste of Chicago, though MUCH MUCH MUCH smaller. For those who may not know about Taste of Chicago, basically it's a sampling of many of the town's restaurants in one central location, selling low-priced samples of their food. There's usually a band in the background (tonight's was a good Reggae band) and plenty of people having a good time. We got to sample good food from restaurants we've not yet hit here in SCT. The variety and high quality are impressive for a small town in the middle of the Midwest!
A fun time was had by all, including Son who neither screamed nor had any trouble understanding what was going on (so it seemed). This good experience was very well-timed, because just this morning we booked a trip to visit my 97-year-old grandmother who lives in a remote part of New England, still in her own home near the coast. For various reasons we've not seen her in a year-and-a-half, and it's high time to go there soon. We're a little nervous about chasing Thomas around a house that's not remotely child-proof, but we'll arrive armed with doorknob protectors and other things to keep him corralled inside. Should be a good trip, and if tonight's outing is any indication of how he'll do on the road, then I have no worries.
Yeah right. No worries from Me? I laugh vigorously in disbelief!
6 comments:
Good luck on your trip.
We used to worry when the kids were young about going to others' houses, worry about unlocked cabinets, chemicals below the sink, etc. Turns out that most people didn't care if the kids got into the pots and pans, and we never left the young uns without being watched long enough that they would drinkt he Drain-O.
We were just lucky I guess. And you are always more careful with the first one than the next ones.
Good luck on your trip.
We used to worry when the kids were young about going to others' houses, worry about unlocked cabinets, chemicals below the sink, etc. Turns out that most people didn't care if the kids got into the pots and pans, and we never left the young uns without being watched long enough that they would drinkt he Drain-O.
We were just lucky I guess. And you are always more careful with the first one than the next ones.
OOPS...maybe I have a big head and think that my comments are so worthy of being read that I post them twice!
You're funny, John. And at first glance I thought I was just really popular. :)
Well, your son has been to the house before, so it's semi-familiar territory. Besides, it only takes one of you at a time to keep the Grandmother interested, while the other has son duty! Then you can switch. When one tires of conversation, the other takes over. Just remember: no Rookies...........
Blessed are they who send samples of proper clam chowder to friends who are displaced New Engladers... :-)
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