On my way home from work last night, my husband called and asked if I’d meet them for dinner. They were at the pool and planned to have dinner near there afterwards.
Since it was sushi Monday and they were talking about going to said restaurant, I was fine with it. They also do tepanyaki, so I figured the wee ones would eat the chicken and rice, as well as some of the veggies.
While I waited for my family at the restaurant (neither 6:45 nor 5 minutes actually means that when they’re at the pool, and I should know that), I took a look at the signs on the outside. One mentioned that they now have a birthday special. This was one you didn’t have to sign up online for, you just show your ID. And it’s valid for a week before and a week after birthdays.
We’re currently entering the week ‘o birthdays around here. We get eased into it with my mom’s birthday on the first of July. Then we have my husband’s on July 31, Little Miss’s on August 1, and my dad’s on August 3. Each insists on his own cake. Each insists on his own celebration. The only good news is that my procrastination means that the leftover cake from Little Miss’s friends party won’t come until August 16, so I’ll only have three cakes in the house at one time.
Needless to say, my dad and husband both got free dinners (ok, they got $15 off their dinners because they ordered expensive ones). And they were supposed to get Kobe cake, whatever that was.
As a side note, Mister Man loved the miso soup, while Little Miss wouldn’t try it. They both devoured their chicken and rice. And Little Miss ate all her broccoli. Mister Man ate some of his carrots. They both enjoyed their rainbow sherbert and shared mine. Who would have thought that they liked green tea ice cream? It surprised me, but let’s just say that I only got a couple small bites, which isn’t the worst thing in the world!
At the end of the meal, both wee ones were pretty tired, and Mister Man decided he was chilly. The two of us went outside to warm up. After a few minutes, my husband came outside saying they were trying to do the birthday cake for him and for my dad. By that point, I had assumed the scoops of ice cream was the dessert and had forgotten all about the cake.
We walked back in and sat down, but my mom and Little Miss were missing. Not surprisingly, they had headed to the bathroom for the second time. Little Miss loves going to the bathroom in every restaurant or public place we go to. We waited several minutes before I finally went to go check on them.
Needless to say, Little Miss was going to be awhile. Given the hour, we decided to go ahead with the cake without them. We flagged down the waitress, and the singing began. And the colored disco lights. And the balloon hats. Oh yeah, and the cake.
The cake was on a huge plate and was a pink heart. I think it was a strawberry ice cream torte (I wasn’t offered a taste). There was also a beautiful glass filled with banana pudding decorated with greens inside it and peach slices, etc across the top. My dad and husband dug into their second (and third) desserts.
Shortly thereafter, Mister Man said he was chilly and wanted to go warm up again. I got up to take him outside. Until I got the protest from my husband.
Him: You cannot leave me and your dad sitting here in these goofy hats by ourselves eating our birthday cakes. It’s bad enough as it is, but the pathetic old men can’t sit alone here.
He makes a good point. After giggling, I sat back down as they finished. But the picture of the two of them sitting alone at this HUGE hibachi with silly balloon hats, hunched over their tiny little pink heart cakes…. Of all the times to not have my camera with me. My apologies for not giving you a better visual.
And yes, I tried to convince them both that this was their birthday dinner and that I was off the hook for the rest of the week. No such luck!