From The Mouth Of Nolan

You know the feeling.... your kid says or does something that is borderline obnoxious and funny at the same time and you are stuck between using the moment to discipline your child or just bust out laughing. We had one of those moments the other night at Trader Jacks, our favorite local restaurant where our favorite waitress in the whole world, Alyssa, works.

The kids have known (and loved) Alyssa since they were being lugging into the place in their snap & go car seats. They literally tackle Alyssa with their hugs now. She has taught them how to run credit cards and they have their own TJ's name tags.

Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, was pretty quiet at the restaurant, so Alyssa had some extra time to hang out and talk. She crouched down at the end of the table, next to Nolan to talk. Somehow the topic of how big the kids were when they where born came up. Nolan replied that they were about 5 pounds, which is close. He was 6lbs and Reagan was 5 lbs, 6ozs.

I told Nolan to tell his gal-pal what I used to call them when they were first born. He told her "little sacks of sugar."

And then "The Incident" happened.

He sheepishly smiled and said, "You know what? I like these sacks of sugar" as he reached up and patted her amble bossom.

OMG, you guys!!!!

She laughed. Bill was mortified. I was stuck in the middle.