We went to the PC Coach Diner after church this morning. Gavin protested a little, as he wanted to go to th IHOP in Larchmont. However, with a vote of 3 to 1, the diner won. I love IHOP, but didn't want to wait 45 minutes to be seated. So over a leisurely breakfast of eggs and hash (them not me, I don't touch the stuff) Scott told the children how him and I used to come to the diner in our much younger years, late at night, for our old standby of iced tea and fries with cheese and gravy.
"That was when I was wooing Mommy, guys."
"Wooing, daddy??? Did you mean mooing? What's wooing?"
No Gavin, he told him, wooing was when I was trying to get mommy to like me and date me. And give me kisses!
"Kisses!!! Eww!!! That's disgusting! Why would mommy want to give you kisses???"
"Well, Gavin, if mommy didn't like me and give me kisses, you and Checka would have never been here..."
"EWWWWW...still, why did she have to kiss you?? That is really disgusting!"
And that is a discussion best left alone for a few more years!