Now I Know Why I Never Take My Kids Out To Dinner

Earlier this evening, at a local brasserie, Le Français, the following exchange occured: 

My daughter (imitating an episode of SpongeBob Square Pants):  "We're in a five-star restaurant." 

Me, scornfully, and oblivious to the cultural reference: "We are NOT in a five-star restaurant."

My daughter, in a you-better-believe-it voice: "That's right, because I farted." 

Comments

[Allan]

LOL

[bothenook]

true story: i went to hawaii for 6 months on temperary assignment, so i took the kids with me, and we had a great time. one day i treated them (and me) with a really nice dinner at a place called The Black Orchid. half way thru the dinner, my son obviously came to some conclusion. we had gone into the rest room when get got there to wash up, and the urinals were full of ice. this is a common practice in hawaii to keep odors down on those hot muggy days. so up pops boy child, sometime after the salads, and before the main course arrived. as our waiter came to the table in answer to charlie's frantic signal, i began to get that "dad feeling" that something was up. sure enough, in a loud, clear, childlike voice, my 11 year old asked the waiter" hey, am i supposed to dump my ice in the toilet when i'm done eating too?" it got really quiet for about a minute, then the place erupted in laughter. funny how kid's brains put things together.

[Allan]

ROFLMAO