Ok... I just thought of last week when we went out to dinner.... It was about 9pm at night... searching all over town for an open restaurant. There wasn't much to pick from... so the kids begged for the "fine dining" at the Jade Buffet Chinese Restaurant here in our vacation town. The kids make us visit this every year... we might as well get it out of the way early on... Nothing like fake american chinese food.... fried up the wazoo... and kept warm for hours under heat lamps... ummm-mmmm!
Well I let the kids go up to the buffet first... wanting to get Maya settled with a drink... On Mitchell's way back to the table he had finished almost half his plate. There is one and only one chinese dish he will eat... "Sweet and Sour Chicken"...
Within moments he was back up at the buffet getting a second heaping plate to bring back to his seat.
I decided to go up and start with a cup of won ton soup... and before I was back to my seat, Mitchell was already making his way back up to the buffet... Do you think ya know what for?.... Yup... a third plate of sweet and sour chicken...
Before I had finished half of my first plate, Mitchell was once again sitting down with a heaping plate of his beloved Sweet and Sour Chicken... We all marveled at his eating capabilities and thought he really knew how to get the most out of his buffet bucks! Grandpa John would be proud and perhaps in a little bit of awe at the impressive display of this 9 year old boy...
Before I finished my plate, Mitchell had finished his fourth helping... he was starting to feel not so swell. We couldn't even entice him with the all you can eat ice cream bar! I knew then that something was up....After 4 plates of mounding deep fried chicken... I knew he had to be feeling a bit full...
Mitchell was complaining of being hot and sweaty.... tummy starting to hurt.... so we all were a bit annoyed about having to call our buffet short... but we thought we better head home.
As we rounded the Head on our way home... we hear an ominous sound coming from the backseat... Mitchell is hunched over hurling like he's never hurled before. I couldn't believe it.... as we pulled over, opened the door and allowed him to continue decorating the roadside with what was once his dinner delights.
We had lots of spectators..... and passers by asking if we need help... They quickly faded to black once they could see the display our son was putting on.... I was such a proud Mamma...
At least he kept it all on the heavy duty rubber floor mats....
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