"You know the place that has the rice and beans and guacamole and chips...."
Leo's Mexican food is his ultimate favorite, and that is his order every time, so much like his Mom. So off we went to Leo's just me and the Granter's
I knew it was going to be a good night because on our way out the door we both noticed the Zappos box , sitting all nestled on the porch . Both of our eyes lit up, Grant didn't know why he just likes packages, but I did. In the car, down the street I ripped into that box and out popped 2 pair of Converse. I did good, he loved them. Of course we had to put them on in the parking lot, snazzy!
So with his new kicks on....we we're all set to scarf down our beans and guac. In the limbo time between the chips and salsa and the actually food coming we colored and played pictionary and played "what color".What color is a game Grant plays with me everyday.
He will just randomly say, "MOM! What color does red and blue and black make?"
"Well red and blue makes Purple, so a dark dark blackish purple."
"Well, what about yellow and green?"
"Lime green."
He loves this game, I do too cause I think it is awesome that he likes this stuff and I like to mix the colors in my brain.
We took turns in pictionary...
Who/What we drew
Me: A Brain
Grant: Grant as a slug
Me: Zebra
Grant: A worm
Me: A baby butterfly ( the coloring page was a big butterfly, so I just made a womb and...)
FOOD IS HERE!!
Grant has to pee.
Leave food.
Pee's, but then I have to pee cause he peed, and how come every time I use the bathroom in public with him he always asks me if I have to poop?
Done peeing and washing hands.
Back to table.
Scarf, scarf, eat, drink, talk.
Old lady talks to us, tell us how nice we are, and happy and stuff... strange.
Box up all the leftover beans and rice, and then the waitress brings a brown bag to put it in and you could see 2 light bulbs just POP over our heads. I try to put the bag on my head and grant exclaims, " WAIT Mom I wanna put it on my head!"
So we do....but poked eye holes and a robot mouth.
Grant said ," no way Mom, that's not right kind of face, no doing it."
But he still did cause he can't resist.
FOOD IS PACKED.Grant has to poop.
Decides he doesn't.
And we are off to 31 Flavors!
In the middle of figuring out what flavor he wants out of the 31 he has to poop again. But said he could hold it, and we pack up the ice cream and rush out like Batman and Robin to the poop-mobile.
He held it
We made it home.
Ate the yummy ice cream.
Great date, a Grant Date!
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