Friday, October 12, 2007

Breakfast Shock

On Sundays, one of our favorite brunch haunts is Wall Street Bar and Grill, located downtown Midland, Texas. The doors open at 10:30 a.m., and the food is exquisite. If you’re a little late, you’re guaranteed a short wait.

One Sunday, we arranged to meet friends at 11 a.m., and would ultimately have quite a large table of diners. We went a little early to get everything set up before our friends arrived, and were waiting in the front area.

A beautiful family had arrived before us, consisting of two sons, their wives, and between them, 4 children, and a set of grandparents. The children were absolutely beautiful, and were very well behaved. One tall dad was holding his 3-4 year old daughter, while his 12-18 month old son toddled around amongst all the adults, garnering smiles and gentle pats on his golden curly-locked head. We were admiring the daughter, who was all golden curls herself, and dressed in a very frilly frock, white stockings, and…cowboy boots. You could tell this little one had a mind of her own. She was whispering in her Daddy’s ear. It was obvious they were enjoying a special moment.

About that time, we noticed the dad’s face blanch white…and then, he yelled. I looked around, and happened to see the young golden-hair boy. He was wrapped around his father’s leg, and when I saw him, he was backing his mouth away from his father’s groin.

He had taken a test bite to get his Daddy’s attention. It worked.

To his credit, Daddy handled it very well. He didn’t knock the munchkin across the room, he didn’t do anything but slowly put down the girl child, bend over for a second, steer the little boy away from him, and try to straighten up again, tears streaming from his eyes.

Once he regained his composure, Dad looked over at us and said, “I’m sorry.” MLH said, “No problem, sir, are you okay?” Dad assured us he was, and we all went to our tables.

It’s never boring around here!

7 comments:

Sandy Kessler said...

hilarious but painful hahahahaahhahahahahaah

Tricia said...

I can't even type this because of the tears rolling down my own face! And just to add insult to injury, that had to happen in public! Bravo to the dad!

Janie, you and I have something big in common. I too adore Wall St.'s Sunday brunch! Before my dad died, we always spent my Sunday mornings in town at Wall St. I still have insatiable cravings for their Eggs Florentine.

And now I have a bit of a tear in my eye for completely different reasons.

scotte said...

that is too funny. brings back memories of my 3 and the things they would do to get your attention. well told. thanks for a laugh.
scott

Time with Doug said...

Wall Street brunch, we did enjoy our time there with you.

Let's do it again.

Love you girl

Doug

Bleu said...

I've heard of "ankle biters" but this ..... it's a whole new level .... lol

Janie said...

Sandy - I know, girl.
Tricia - we'll take you when you come home!
Scott - hopefully that didn't happen to you!
Doug - soon, my brother, soon!
Bleu - amen, dude...

Rach said...

Ouchie!!!