Every man .. and menu board.. is a daddy

We drove down to Sonic Burger for lunch today. A mini road-trip. Used the GPS and everything. :P

We sat in the little picnic tables in between the parking lots, and Elliott wandered over while I was ordering at the menu board.

The guy was repeating my order back to me and I could hear Elliott muttering, and thought he might be changing his order from Corn Dog to Grilled Cheese, so I leaned over and whispered, “What did you say, Ele?” And he said, “No, I’m talking to the daddy!”

(And remembering this helps me smile even as I listen to Elliott get up out of his bed for the forty-seventh time with some lame excuse, seeing that it is 8:45 now, and I have been putting him to bed for a solid hour. Ah yes. Sweet and salty. Someday he will be used to the big kid bed and just fall asleep. Right?)