And then I had the bright idea to stop at Tim Horton’s.
Maggie had been so patient riding around in the car, and was excited to pick out a treat. She chose a vanilla dip doughnut and a gingerbread man. The day we had to evacuate the house last year because of the wasps I had apparently let her get both of those things. She has a memory like a friggin’ elephant.
Her parents do not.
Midway through our treats I suddenly realized that we weren’t where we were supposed to be and I had screwed up the entire plan. We jumped up and started to pack up Maggie’s desserts. At which point she started wrestling me for them because she thought I was going to throw them away. Or eat them. That kid is serious about protecting her food. Earlier Nerdguy was eating some of the popcorn out of the bag that Maggie was eating out of. She grabbed every last kernel out of his hand and put them back in the bag.
In the end, with only a bruised ego after Nerdguy howled at me for not understanding my own plan, we got everyone home safely and on time. I await my medal to arrive in the mail.
The sweary bits are from the encounter that we had with a lady who was camped out working on an assignment in the coffee shop. Maggie made one of her loud high-pitched squeals, which I did not even notice at first because we’re used to it. Well I guess this woman is not. She actually stared me down. I felt her glaring at us even though we stopped Maggie fairly quickly, and when I looked up at her she wouldn’t break eye contact, and had a hateful look on her face. I mouthed “Is there something I can do for you?” and she still would look away. And then she started talking into her blackberry on speaker. I resisted the urge to spill my coffee on her papers, but in my mind I totally threw it in her face.
Wow – this is about as un-wordless as you can get, and I fell asleep at my computer again, so nighty night! I’ll tell you the other reasons for the inside-my-head cursing tomorrow.