So there I was, minding
So there I was, minding my own business and being on good behavior since we were out to eat with Stacey's parents. And then the kid sitting at the booth next to ours dumps a chicken finger in his dad's lemonade. Dad doesn't seem to mind, so the kid fishes it out and sticks it in his dad's ear, which was pretty damn funny, and so unexpected that I almost lost a mouthful of Coke right then and there.
The dad obviously deserved it. Nothing the kid could do would get his dad to pay attention to him. Heck, even the ol' chicken-finger-soaked-in-lemonade-and-stuck-in-the-ear-gag got only the barest of glances. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Do you ignore the kid so he doesn't get the idea that sticking a chicken finger in your ear is a good way to get attention? Or do you bring the smackdown (non-physical, of course) in order to make the point very clearly that sticking a chicken finger in your ear is just not going to cut it in this family, thank you very much? I don't know the answer to that question, which is probably why, in a few years, you'll see me at a restaurant near you with a chicken finger in my ear.
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