One of the Toddler’s favorite things to play right now is restaurant. She is always the cook or the server, and I am always the patron. She sets up her shop, puts an apron on, and even carries a pad and pen to take my order. The problem is it’s nearly impossible to place or receive an order from her. The conversation usually goes something like this…
Her: Do you want to come to my donut shop?
Me: Sure.
Her: OK. What do you want?
Me: I’ll take a donut.
Her: No!! We don’t have donuts.
Me: Oh, OK. I just thought you had those since you called it a donut shop. Umm…
Her: Would you like a coffee?
Me: Yes. I’ll have one of those.
Her: No!! We don’t have coffee. We’re all out. How about a muffin?
And, then she laughs something like this:
And, on this goes… Customer service is not really her strong suit. It’s like she’s the “Soup Nazi” from Seinfeld, and there’s very little hope I’ll ever be able to order in a way that pleases her.
What does please her, though, is playing with her baby dolls… so long as none of them do anything out of line. Apparently that one on the left was being too loud.
And, I always feel a little sorry for the one that gets stuck in the backpack.
I fear the most, though, for the big one because he weighs just enough to get thrown into all sorts of precarious positions like this one.
It’s a rough life for Baby “Bob.”
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