Liralen Li (liralen) wrote,
Liralen Li

Almost Anything

I now know that I will do nearly anything for my child.

This morning, I hatched the brilliant idea that Jet and I would go to IHOP for breakfast before I sent him to his pre-school. They're open today and we had to pay for two days, anyway, so I designated myself the driver as John's still sick AND he's tired from the party last night.

Jet woke up a little before 6, and John was nice enough to go and put him back to sleep, so at 7:20, I was up and ready to go, and John went back to sleep. Jet didn't actually get up until nearly 8! Which was a nice thing for the long-term, but it meant that, today, we were already on the verge of being late for Jet's 8:30 class time. Oops. But I decided, what the heck, if Jet had to go to school, he might as well go and have something he likes before he does so. So we headed for IHOP and Jet was all primed with expectations of a "Funny Face Pancake". Which, I'll admit, may have been a mistake.

When we got there the parking lot was full. When we walked in, the whole waiting area was completely crowded. This for a restaurant that's only been open for a couple of weeks. Wow. Jet was wearing his Jester's hat, given that I would call him, interchangablely "Jetser" and "Jester" it seemed appropriate when Walt and Cathie gave it to him when he was far too small to wear it. Today, though, he loved wearing it, and happily crowed that it kept the rain off his head. (yes, it was raining when we were walking from the far-off place we found to the restaurant) Then everyone in the waiting area commented on it to him, all very favorably, and he would SMILE with those dimples and women were already swooning. He's gonna be trouble...

Then, of course, he had to tell them that it was his Christmas hat, with Jingle bells! And they'd coo. After about twenty minutes of waiting there was a group of six women all looking at him at the same time, and it was just too much. He hid against me and they all giggled and turned away. He crept out when it was obvious they weren't paying attention to him, so he started telling them, loudly, about how his hat jingled, when they called his name for our table.

I had a minute to figure out that my blintzes were still on the menu. A very, very experienced waitress bustled out, and Jet immediately piped up with, "I want a Funny Face pancake!!" He'd spotted it on his picture menu and was ecstatic about being able to order it himself. "And a hot choc'lt! And... and oran' juice!" The waitress glanced at me, smart woman. I just nodded and grinned. I then ordered my blintzes and coffee, and she was off. We got our food in about ten minutes, flat. Whew. Jet took that long to get through all the whipped cream on his hot chocolate, and then drink part of it with a spoon.

Jet plowed through the smile of his Funny Face, chocolate chips and all. I got through one and a half blintzes before Jet started peeking around the corner of the booth and abandoning his pancake. I told him, then, that we couldn't take the hot chocolate with us, and he sat down again and drank away. I should have brought the camera, as he was very cute on the bench to the booth, working away industriously at his drink.

I was full by the second blintz, so I told the waitress we were done. Then I pried Jet out of the booth, and headed to the bathrooms. He sat down after I told him we just had to do it, though he had to stow his hat in a safe place so it wouldn't fall in the toilet; and he sat and talked with me while he took his time doing his duty. It was kind of funny just sitting there with a chattering three-year-old, while someone took a two-year-old into the next booth and did a very, very fast trip. I live in the comfort of knowing that Jet probably won't ever have hemerroids from trying to go too fast. Hee.

We headed back to the car, his tiny hand in mine as we threaded through parked cars, stayed out of the way of cars zooming through the lot, etc. It was fun. We got to the van, and Jet started arguing, vehemently, that he wasn't going to game school, he was going home. Given that my heart wasn't that into letting him go, but my head was saying that I really, really could use the time without him, at home, I took him to Seven Oaks anyway. We had the usual agreement, if it was closed, he'd go home, this time, rather than to Holy Moses school. But when we walked in, and I saw some ladies that could direct us, I asked where the pre-school was, and they told us, "They're in the computer room."

I felt Jet suddenly get really interested. "Computer room! I want to go to the computer room!"

So we went over to the computer room, I took Jet's coat off, and I suddenly hear a choir of voices saying, "Jet! Hey, it's Jet! Good Morning, Jet!" Hee. He ignored them all. He just made a beeline to one of the computer consoles. Child of Martha. :-)

I dropped his coat of in his room, and his lunch on the lunch cart. Then I headed to the front desk and found a date error on something they'd posted. The lady at the front desk was very grateful that I had pointed it out non-confrontationally, and worked to fix it while I asked about vacation forms (which are actually supposed to be filled out two weeks in advance... we only get two weeks of it, though, so I'm not worried about being able to use it all before summer, with John and I getting five and four weeks of vacation a year, we'll be taking it) and about the cost of the Parents' Night Out. Four two evenings they'll take the kids for an ungodly number of hours for just $25! Whoowee!

So now I'm home, and catching up on journal.

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