Too Medium!

Friday evening we were in Springfield, having dinner with the kiddos at a local restaurant. It had been a long day for everyone.

Nancy had been fighting the Black Friday crowds with her sister. I think she had put in over 11 hours worth of shopping… a feat which not only would have worn me out, but probably killed me.

I had been hanging out with the kiddos all day. We’d had breakfast at the hotel. Spent about an hour in the pool. Lunch at a location not called McDonald’s and that didn’t have a play place (yes, I was feeling brave). We’d even went to see the Smurfs (as a result, I may never get that smurfing, er, stinking tune out of my head).

Needless to say we were a bit worn out. Kiddos too.

So I should have seen it coming.

Allison had wanted steak bites for dinner. Nothing wrong with that… all of my kids like steak (yes, they have good taste). She told the waiter what she wanted, and then he asked how we wanted it prepared. I told him medium.

All good. Until the food came.

The rest of us ate. Allison did not. She’d had maybe one bite.

I figured she was just tired, but asked her what was wrong and why she wasn’t eating. I fully expected fussing and fighting. To my surprise, she replied.

“It’s too medium!”

I grabbed a knife and fork, and started cutting the steak bites into even smaller bites. Every one of them.

I poked a small bite on the end of her fork and handed it to her.

“There you go, sweetie. Now they’re small bites.”

She ate every piece.

I love kid logic.

And I love it even more when I’m actually smart enough to understand it.