When we go out to eat as a family, I tend to look for two things:
- A noisy restaurant where it won't matter if my kids decide to start bouncing around in the booth like chimpanzees. We never go to places that are for couples or are considered romantic. We never go to places on nights they have drink specials. We try to be as courteous as possible. We're a loud family. It makes me much more comfortable to have other loud kids around us.
- A "Kids Eat Free" sign. Because not only will the meal be cheaper, but my first point will be covered as well.
Moron.
First of all, Zoey wasn't having much fun. The caller was whizzing through the numbers at such a breakneck pace that I doubt chain-smoking blue-hairs with their eighteen Bingo cards and lucky miniature ceramic kittens could've kept up with her. So Zoey was panicking because by the time she located the correct column and then looked down the column to see if that number was there, the lady had already called out another number. I started helping her a bit but that wasn't enough. She started screaming out, "Do I have it? Do I have it?" after every number was called.
And we won't even go into the argument that ensued when she was crossing her legs because she didn't want to go to the bathroom for fear that she might miss a number (or twenty).
We played six or seven games before we left. With each loss, she began to pout more. My daughter's got a killer instinct, a win-or-die attitude, where she's got to be the best at everything. That competitiveness hadn't reared its ugly head in quite some time, so I had kind of forgotten about it.
Until we stepped outside. She started crying. Bawling. She was S-C-R-E-A-M-I-N-G she was so pissed off.
Ella: Honey, calm down.
Zoey: No! I wanted to win!
Ella: It's not always about winning.
Zoey: Yes it is! It's always about winning!
Ella: It's about having fun.
Zoey: No it's not! It's about WINNING!
Eat your heart out, Bobby Knight.
GHS: 3
Song of the day: Jealous by Gene Loves Jezebel
