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| Chris and Jerry. And a less embarrassed Mom. |
Children.
They have a knack for saying the wrong thing at the right
time . . .
Mom and Dad were travelling with Chris and Jerry, my eldest
sister and brother, then aged 3 and 2. The little family stopped in at the Palomino
restaurant in Forth MacLeod, Alberta (a town about two hours from the ranch).
The stop had been two-fold. A much-requested bathroom break.
And subsequent feeding station.
A table was secured near the restroom door.
The two kids were immediately taken to ensure fulfillment of
the first need.
Then resettled at the table as their parents went about satisfying
the second.
After their order had been taken, the wait began for the
forthcoming delicious food.
With nothing to occupy their attention, Chris and Jerry
spent those intervening minutes studying the other people in the busy
restaurant.
And missing little.
As they sat there, a young couple came into the restaurant
and took the table next to them.
Chris watched as the young man got up, murmured an excuse to
his partner and headed for the restroom door.
“Are you going to go potty, too?” she asked.
In her clear, carrying, three-year-old voice.
The restaurant hushed for a moment as all eyes turned to the
red-faced young man who ducked quickly through the restroom door. They then
turned to the even more red-faced young mother sitting at the table with the
tiny broadcaster.
Children.
Entertainment and embarrassment all rolled into one neat,
cuddly bundle.
Don’t leave home without one . . .
