Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Fannish Cookers
More evidence that my son shares most of his genes with his Daddy:
Last night we went out to eat at a local Mexican restaurant because the Hubby was craving tamales. When the waiter came to take our order, AJ said (loudly), "Mommy, why all those cookers (waiters) talking in Fannish (Spanish)?
I explained to him that we were in a Mexican restaurant. He replied (again pretty loudly), "Mexican?! They REALLY like tamales here!"
Once his food came, he came up with an idea..."Mommy! I got an idea! We should come here to eat every day 'cuz these tamales are really good!"
Yippee...now I have two people in the house who would eat Mexican food three meals a day, seven days a week...(sigh)
Last night we went out to eat at a local Mexican restaurant because the Hubby was craving tamales. When the waiter came to take our order, AJ said (loudly), "Mommy, why all those cookers (waiters) talking in Fannish (Spanish)?
I explained to him that we were in a Mexican restaurant. He replied (again pretty loudly), "Mexican?! They REALLY like tamales here!"
Once his food came, he came up with an idea..."Mommy! I got an idea! We should come here to eat every day 'cuz these tamales are really good!"
Yippee...now I have two people in the house who would eat Mexican food three meals a day, seven days a week...(sigh)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)