There is a hole-in-wall Mexican place in Iowa, called Taco Casa. Their soft shell tacos are the one food I want when I am sick – I craved them my entire pregnancies. Nowhere matches or comes close to the awesome sauce they put on their tacos.
My husband hates them.
So imagine my laughter as we sat at my mother’s table, Taco Casa passed all around. The Tackler inhaled his taco, and Lil Diva, intrigued, demanded some for herself.
After taking a bite, she grinned at us and said,
Mimicking my son’s “Mmmm… delicious!” tone to perfection.
She has since said it about other foods, but that it first was spoken eating one of my favorite childhood foods, just makes it so much more awesome.
And given my husband’s distaste of the place, all the more hilarious.
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I had the brilliant idea to meet up with a good friend from college at a small water park on a Sunday evening (a week ago). The plan was to go in late afternoon while it was warm and stay for a few hours. At the last minute, I talked my grandparents into going to watch the kids enjoy the water, figuring an extra set of eyes – even if they don’t see so well – were better than two sets.
We arrived at 5:30, two hours later than planned because after days of not napping, Lil Diva finally stopped coughing long enough to take a 3.5 hour nap. I was thrilled, but once again marveled how such lengthy naps only happen when plans exist.
The sun was low in the sky as I wrangled the kids and g-rents to the kiddie pool. I stuck my toe in – it was COLD.
“It was warm a few weeks ago,” my friend said, the pool even advertised as heated.
Evidently this occurs until they switch to being open on weekends only.
My teeth chattered as I joined my kids – who absolutely loved the wide family waterslide. Over and over Lil Diva and I slid together, as The Tackler raced to join us and “race” down the slide.
We even tried the lazy river. My friend helped to secure my son as her daughter obediently listened to her as I juggled Lil Diva, who was too small to sit on the tubes without plummeting through.
Once we found a rhythm and The Tackler knew what to expect, I made sure to hit all the waterfalls along the way which elicited cackles and laughter from my two daredevils.
Even with the chilly water and abnormally cool air (to the Texans used to it being 105 degrees at 8 PM), we had a blast.
The end arrived and I herded The Tackler into the small changing room which had a shower at waist height – perfect for the kids – while Lil Diva bolted for the splash area again.
I left him in the water – which turns off every thirty seconds – and raced after Lil Diva.
I turned around, a screaming Diva in my hands and my jaw dropped.
The Tackler walked outside of the changing room/bathroom and was a good thirty feet away from the door, arms wrapped around his shoulders, teeth chattering. Completely naked.
I wrapped him into a towel and escorted him back to the changing room as quickly as possible, while simultaneously carrying a protesting Lil Diva like a sack of potatoes under my arm.
I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or be mortified so I did a little of both.
Has your child streaked in public, or only in privacy of your home?