Tonight we went to Frisch’s Big Boy for dinner. On the way in, Emma asked if she could touch the Big Boy statue that is outside the restaurant. Don’t ask me why…3 year olds baffle me. Ash was by herself with both kids, so she told her that if she was good in the restaurant, she could touch the statue on the way out.
The whole meal was quite an ordeal with Emma continuously acting up and us threatening to not let her touch the statue. Finally, I said, “Okay, you can’t touch the statue because you’re being naughty.” You would have thought I told her she was to be confined to her room for the rest of her life. She started wailing uncontrollably in the middle of the restaurant…but that’s not the worst part.
On the way out, I’m dragging my usually adorable girl through the restaurant, while she’s mustering up all of her drama and SCREAMING, “I’ll never get to touch the man!”