Anyway, I had to work the day before Thanksgiving. Hubby didn't, so he was home with the boyz for the pre-Thanksgiving prep work. Which meant we had no regular food in the house for dinner. But fortunately, we had gift cards for Uno's! Gift cards that we've had for quite some time, but hadn't yet dared to use unless we were sans children. (In which case? No offense, but I easily wouldn't pick Uno's as my meal of choice.)
So that night, we tempted the fates. And went out to dinner as a family. Thankfully, I got out of work early, so we were in the restaurant before the dinnertime rush. And we got a table in the very corner of the bar area. (There's no smoking in MA restaurants so that wasn't an issue.) Perfect!
No sooner had we taken off our coats, though, then the escapades that I dread began:
"I hafta pee."
"I want to sit by Mommy."
"I wanna sit by Daddy."
"I can't see the TV."
"I dropped my crayon/fork/straw."
"Now I hafta poop."
(The waitress couldn't come quick enough with my merlot and Hubby's Guiness.)
But then? Magic.
Baby, who was sitting by me, tugged on my arm and said to me, "Dat man o'er dere looks like Santa."
Sure enough, there was a gentleman patron at the bar who indeed had the requisite white beard, 'stache, and bald head.
And from that moment on?
The heavens parted and the angels sang. My boyz? Sat quietly and ate their meals and every so often peered over at "Santa" to see if he was indeed watching them.
As we were leaving, I said to Hubby, "We should totally say something to that guy. He made our night actually enjoyable!"
Hubby muttered back, "Yeah, but he's probably half in the bag. He's been sitting there drinking the entire time we've been here."
So as we walked towards the exit, Hubby stopped and tapped the man on the shoulder and whispered, "My children think you're Santa."
And that man, bless him, turned around to face the boyz and simply said, "Hi there guys. You being good? Make sure you are, okay?"
The boyz' eyes were wide with wonder and glee as we exited the restaurant.
And thankfully, they didn't even notice "Santa's" horrendous booze breath and glassy eyes.