March 31, 2006
Boy-Child-K-Bob
If you ever go to Disney World, I heartily recommend the Dining Plan. It's convenient and a great value.
No, this blog is not sponsored by Disney (although I would totally sell out, if they offered). I'm serious. You get one snack, one counter service and one table service per day.
A snack is anything from bottled water to ice cream. Counter service is some sort of sammich/burger, two sides, a drink and dessert. (I can't believe Food isn't a category in my sidebar.) Table service is appetizer, beverage, entree and dessert. And 90-95% of the time, it's truly yummy-licious. I dare you go to hungry on this plan.
The Disney Dining Plan -- or -- Why America Is Obese. Seriously, there'd be a lot more damn room on the Jungle Cruise if there wasn't an ice cream stand every twenty feet.
We ate in Mexico, at a steakhouse, in an Olde Tyme Inn with Minnie & Friends. One particular evening, we were supping at an Italian restaurant (where I had pumpkin creme brulee for dessert, arghlrghlrghl...). We hadn't gotten halfway through dinner when Boy Child announced he was cold.
Now, when Boy Child says he's cold, it can mean one of two things. It can mean he's really cold because he has 0% body fat. Or it can mean he wants to snuggle but doesn't want to sound like a Sally saying it.
Billi flat-out refused to eat yet another meal with Boy Child in her lap, so Boy Child climbed into Mr. Billi's lap (I think I dubbed him Brad?).
And promptly konked out.
We were in a full restaurant during the dinner rush, and little dude was out cold. Seeing him asleep there, right next to Brad's steak, reminded me of my favorite line from the movie, "The Addams Family."
Said Morticia of Pugsly, "How sweet. He looks like a little entree."
So I said it. And Billi laughed and proceeded to garnish him. With the lemon from Dad's iced tea. On his forehead.
Boy Child didn't even flinch.
Well, the whole table died laughing, except for Brad, who was [pretending to be] horrified. But you know he wanted to laugh, too.
Boy Child's new nickname is Lemonhead. And we've made a pact to call him that for the rest of his life and never tell him why.
Until his wedding day, when I will include it in my toast.
Comments
OK, not a comment on this entry specifically, but I thinnk you need to check out today's "Casey and Andy" comic....
http://www.galactanet.com/comic/611.htm
...Oh, and I dreamed about you last night! :-D No, perfectly G-rated, more's the pity! ;)
Posted by: some_other_dave at April 3, 2006 09:15 AM