Wednesday, September 5, 2012

"Hot" crunch, crunch, crunch, 'Hot'

Oliver and I went to the local Y in downtown Melrose this morning to sign O up for gymnastics and swimming classes. And yes, the summer Olympics have ended recently. :)

The sign up was taking forever and O was not cooperating. He couldn't understand why he couldn't play with all the kids in the day care class that we have not paid for. Plus I wouldn't let him get in the pool, that wasn't open. And when a two year old doesn't get what he or she wants, everybody knows it.

When we left I think the Y was regretting us let us sign up for either class much less allowing O to get a child's membership.

Anyways, to my point, when we were in the car pulling into downtown Oliver starts yelling, 'food, eat, chips, salsa, outside!!!'

Downtown Melrose is where we occasionally go to eat Mexican food and drink margaritas on Mexico Lindo's back patio.

So, since he had such a traumatic experience in the YMCA I decided to have lunch at the Mexican restaurant O was yelling about.

We sit down, get our chips and salsa and O starts going to town on the chips. Within seconds O is saying, 'hot...' crunch, crunch crunch, 'hot.' He grabs his water, kills half of the cup and goes back at it. 'Hot' crunch, crunch, crunch, 'hot.'

Then I look and he has tears rolling down his face. But, he isn't slowing down. 'Hot' crunch, crunch, crunch, 'hot.' big drink of water, 'hot' crunch, crunch, crunch, 'hot.'


(Pic is not at restaurant and he is not eating chips, but it is cute, culinary based and w/n weeks of actual recorded event.)