Happy Hour...before church
This morning, the kids were playing what Max called "Eating Time!" and what Cameron referred to as "Restaurant." When taking my order, Max screamed, "What you want to drink Mommy? Want a margarita?"
"Um, do you have anything else?" I responded, taken aback by their beverage choice for me.
"NO! We just have MARGARITAS!" Max yelled.
"Okay then, I'll have one."
"What kind?" Cameron asked.
"What do you mean what kind?"
"Well, do you want a rock margarita?"
It was then that I realized that my husband and I might want to start ordering our margaritas on the rocks a little more discreetly.
posted by Undomestic @ 9:09 PM
3 Comments:
Now if only they could learn to MAKE them, you'd be in business! Hahahaha!
Maybe you should quit drinking....or is that asking the impossible. That IS funny.
Hey, you need the margaritas to get through a dinner out with kids. At least that's my opinion.
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