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It is always a pleasure to see my family in the middle of a work day. Always a pleasure.
Wifey had the day off today so she decided that a family lunch would be nice. Little Man wanted tacos. It has been probably about 6 to 8 months since Little Man has graced the hallowed halls at work, so we had to visit with everyone who has expressed interest in seeing my boy. Frankly, I like showing him off. He is darn cute. Little Man wanted tacos.
We visited the marketing group. They are all on fairly friendly terms with me, and they have all pretty much known about the boy since his entrance to my life. We chatted with them for a minute or 2 about how much he had grown, how big he was, how skinny he was and how much he eats. Little Man wanted tacos. After conversing with the marketing group we went up some stairs. Little Man wanted tacos. We then navigated within the cube world I work to chat with my employees. Little Man wanted tacos. One of my intrepid cartographers has a small stuffed animal dog that he offered to let Little Man play with. Little Man wanted tacos. Little Man was more interested in playing with my desk chair. Little Man wanted tacos. No offense to the cartographer with the stuffed animal, Little Man has stuffed animals at home, but he does not have a swivel chair. Little Man wanted tacos.
We went over to chat with other people I work near. Little Man wanted tacos. Here little man was distracted by some foam rubber toys in the shape of a semi truck and a passenger train car. Little Man wanted tacos. It was at this point that Little Man took matters into his own hand, so to speak, and positioned his “twig,” of the “twig and berries” set, into the “up” position. This complicated matters when he then peed all over himself. Little Man wanted tacos. For those of you without kids, and for those of you who do not have little boys, whilst in the diaper, Capt. Happy has to be pointing down. Little Man wanted tacos. If Capt. Happy is pointing up or to the side, when a little boy relieves his bladder, clothes are down for the day. Little Man wanted tacos.
We politely made our exit so we could get the freshly wet Little Man into some dry clothes. Little Man wanted tacos. We changed his clothes in the car, made sure his manliness was, indeed, pointing down, and left from the company’s parking lot. Little Man wanted tacos. There is a Taco Bell around the corner from where I work, so it was not a long ride, at least. Little Man wanted tacos. We ordered our meal. Little Man wanted tacos.
Finally, Little Man was eating his beloved tacos. Taco Bell crunchy tacos fresco style. He ate 1.6 tacos, and then noticed the Golden Arches of “Yeyow King!” (or McDonald’s to everyone but our family) and asked us in his most innocent voice, “Finch Fies?” Now, Little Man wants French Fries…
To Recap:
Little Man is a skinny, skinny kid
Little Man wants French Fries
He was eating strawberries on the drive over to Taco bell
Little Man wants French Fries
He ate 1.6 tacos
Little Man wants French Fries
I measured the tacos
Little Man wants French Fries
Yep, 1.6
Little Man wants French Fries
We then had to get a loaf of bread from Great Harvest Bread Co.
Little Man wants French Fries
He ate a large wedge slice of bread from there
Little Man wants French Fries
For breakfast he had strawberries and 2 rice bars
Little Man wants French Fries
I swear he has a hollow leg for all the food he eats
Little Man wants French Fries
Did I mention that he is not even 3 yet?
Little Man wants French Fries
I will have to get him fries before the day is done
Little Man wants French Fries
Have a great weekend everyone
Little Man wants French Fries
Wifey had the day off today so she decided that a family lunch would be nice. Little Man wanted tacos. It has been probably about 6 to 8 months since Little Man has graced the hallowed halls at work, so we had to visit with everyone who has expressed interest in seeing my boy. Frankly, I like showing him off. He is darn cute. Little Man wanted tacos.
We visited the marketing group. They are all on fairly friendly terms with me, and they have all pretty much known about the boy since his entrance to my life. We chatted with them for a minute or 2 about how much he had grown, how big he was, how skinny he was and how much he eats. Little Man wanted tacos. After conversing with the marketing group we went up some stairs. Little Man wanted tacos. We then navigated within the cube world I work to chat with my employees. Little Man wanted tacos. One of my intrepid cartographers has a small stuffed animal dog that he offered to let Little Man play with. Little Man wanted tacos. Little Man was more interested in playing with my desk chair. Little Man wanted tacos. No offense to the cartographer with the stuffed animal, Little Man has stuffed animals at home, but he does not have a swivel chair. Little Man wanted tacos.
We went over to chat with other people I work near. Little Man wanted tacos. Here little man was distracted by some foam rubber toys in the shape of a semi truck and a passenger train car. Little Man wanted tacos. It was at this point that Little Man took matters into his own hand, so to speak, and positioned his “twig,” of the “twig and berries” set, into the “up” position. This complicated matters when he then peed all over himself. Little Man wanted tacos. For those of you without kids, and for those of you who do not have little boys, whilst in the diaper, Capt. Happy has to be pointing down. Little Man wanted tacos. If Capt. Happy is pointing up or to the side, when a little boy relieves his bladder, clothes are down for the day. Little Man wanted tacos.
We politely made our exit so we could get the freshly wet Little Man into some dry clothes. Little Man wanted tacos. We changed his clothes in the car, made sure his manliness was, indeed, pointing down, and left from the company’s parking lot. Little Man wanted tacos. There is a Taco Bell around the corner from where I work, so it was not a long ride, at least. Little Man wanted tacos. We ordered our meal. Little Man wanted tacos.
Finally, Little Man was eating his beloved tacos. Taco Bell crunchy tacos fresco style. He ate 1.6 tacos, and then noticed the Golden Arches of “Yeyow King!” (or McDonald’s to everyone but our family) and asked us in his most innocent voice, “Finch Fies?” Now, Little Man wants French Fries…
To Recap:
Little Man is a skinny, skinny kid
Little Man wants French Fries
He was eating strawberries on the drive over to Taco bell
Little Man wants French Fries
He ate 1.6 tacos
Little Man wants French Fries
I measured the tacos
Little Man wants French Fries
Yep, 1.6
Little Man wants French Fries
We then had to get a loaf of bread from Great Harvest Bread Co.
Little Man wants French Fries
He ate a large wedge slice of bread from there
Little Man wants French Fries
For breakfast he had strawberries and 2 rice bars
Little Man wants French Fries
I swear he has a hollow leg for all the food he eats
Little Man wants French Fries
Did I mention that he is not even 3 yet?
Little Man wants French Fries
I will have to get him fries before the day is done
Little Man wants French Fries
Have a great weekend everyone
Little Man wants French Fries
4 Comments:
Holy hell. I want french fries AND tacos now.
But he's right-McD's does have good fries. My eyes always light up when I see that yellow glowing big M.
KimmyK:
He is a Little Man of discerning tastes
No one ever asks about my twig and berries
Anon:
None need ask when you show them so freely
Dustin:
don't we all work for the fast food industry? Don't we all?
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