And I've taken the kids to eat out. NOT everyday, mind you. But instead of making them lunch, I have, on occasion, gone the easy route. Which sometimes proves the not so easy route, you know.
The other day, I was on my way to grocery shop, and I could tell the natives were restless. They were getting hungry, and about the only thing I could do was stop somewhere for food or have them pitch fits the size of Texas while I tried to buy our necessities.
"Should we get lunch first, guys?"
bug replied quickly, and with gusto, "I want to go to the one place with yogurt!"
"That's pretty far when we still have to go grocery shopping. How about we stay around here?"
bug was NOT happy. "I want the YOGURT!"
"Well, I'm fairly positive that we can find another restaurant with yogurt. Is that the only reason you want to go there?"
"Um. No. I want. Um. A gurchee sanich." he said, thinking quickly.
"A what??? A gurchee sanich???" I responded.
"NO! A gurchee sanich!"
"OH!" And although he hadn't said anything new, I was suddenly able to decipher the meaning. "A grilled cheese sandwich?"
"I pretty sure there are other places with those too. Let's just go here." And I pulled into Cousins.
Turns out, Cousins has neither grilled cheese NOR yogurt. When I got the food and passed it around, bug was obviously peeved.
"bug, what's the matter? Is it because you wanted a grilled cheese sandwich?"
bug looked at me with concern. "No. I was just joking about that. I want a boy cheese sandwich."
To this day, I don't know the difference between a grilled cheese sandwich and a boy cheese sandwich, but bug sure does.