Yesterday after church my husband and I took our son, daughter and grandson out for dinner.
When we were all finished eating and the waitress had cleared our table of everything except our coffee cups my grandson struck this pose. I couldn’t resist taking out my camera and taking a picture.
Afterall, the reason I carry my camera with me everywhere is in hope of getting the perfect picture someday. This one comes about as close to perfection in my book as I can get. Just a proud grandma speaking.
On our drive home I remembered times, not often, when my parents took us out to eat for our birthday breakfast at a pancake house. We would eat our breakfast and then sit not so patiently waiting for permission to get up from the table.
It always seemed like it took forever as Mom and Dad drank their coffee. Just how much coffee did they need anyway?
We wanted to go the wishing well that they had at the pancake house. It was a little wooden well that was filled with toys. Each child got to choose one toy from the well before they left.
My grandson wasn’t worried about any toy but he did want to see the large stuffed bear that resides just inside the restaurant doors. There were also deer and moose mounts that caught his eye.
When we let him out of his high chair he headed straight for the door and stood next to the bear and began jabbering as only 20 month old can do.
I could almost read his mind as he talked to the bear saying “Finally they are done with their coffee! I thought they would never finish!”