Nate was out of town all weekend, leaving me solo. After an exceptionally long Saturday, the kids and I had just come out of a movie theater and were going to grab a bite to eat. I had done the math in my head, carefully calculating that by the time we reached home after dinner it would be bedtime. (Bliss.)
We entered Chick fil a, and as soon as I was about to order Mackay had to go to the bathroom. Okay, go by yourself, I said. (I was exhausted by inopportune bathroom breaks.) By the time she skipped out of the bathroom Zack and I were already sitting down with our food.
A lady found me in the bathroom and told me I was a beautiful singer, Mackay told me way too chearfully.
Wh–you were singing in the public restroom? I loudly whispered over the table. Of course she was. When is the girl NOT singing? She was super proud of herself. Zack then informed us that if he were to sing in the bathroom he would sing “Old McDonald”.
He then had to run to the bathroom.
He wouldn’t let me come with him, but exhausted, I still followed behind. Peeking through the door I saw him look under all the stalls, and then start singing “Old McDonald had a Farm.” Luckily just one verse, the cow verse, and then he cheerily opened the door and hopped back to his seat.
I can’t make these things up.