Jul
03

No kids = Clown sick

By lynn

The Scene: Chili’s lobby, waiting for a table. The players: Me, Steve, Lauren.

Me: Hey, we don’t have kids this weekend. What should we do?

Steve: (glances coyly @ Lauren) I think we should open up that special secret closet that we only open up when we don’t have kids for the weekend.

Me: Ooh, you mean the one with the games in it that we only play with grown ups?

Steve: Yeah, and all those secret Wii games too. And lots and lots of candy and ice cream and all the stuff we don’t let the kids eat.

Me: And the bouncy castle. We haven’t gotten out the bouncy castle in a long time. I loooove the bouncy castle!

Lauren: Hey! Not Fair!

Steve: Oh, and let’s call the pony ride guy! The pony was so cute.

Me: And the face painter! The face painter is so great. I loooove the face painter.

Lauren: Stop it you guys. That’s mean!

Steve: And the clown! Oh that clown was so much fun last time.

Me: Yeah, until he drank too much and got sick.

Steve: Oh, I forgot about that. At least he only got sick in Lauren’s bed. (Looks at Lauren) You don’t mind? Us putting up the drunk clown in your bed when you’re not here?

Lauren: You are gross. (crosses arms and pouts)

Me: And I think he touched all of your stuff, too. And maybe tried on some of your clothes.

Lauren: (completely huffy now) Mommmmmma! If you don’t stop it, I am not going to let you sit at the table. And I have the buzzer I’m in charge here!

Steve and I at this point have the giggles. Lauren, however, is clearly not amused. She’s clutching the wait list buzzer to her chest and rolling her eyes at us. And clearly trying not to laugh.

Steve: Funny how quickly our conversation went from having no kids this weekend to clown sick.

Me: Nope. Pretty typical.

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Comments

  1. Mich says:

    Kind of along the same lines as to what happens once Sofie goes to bed at might…Chuck E. Cheese comes out of the closet and we have a pizza party (or thats what she thinks that happens after she goes to bed)!