If you lick that mirror, we're going home.
If you go spinny-spinny on the diner stools again, we're going home.
If you dive into that bowl of mints by the cash register, we're going home.
If you try to eat anything that's stuck to the bottom of the table, we're going home.
Unless you crawl under the table again. Then you HAVE to eat anything that's stuck to the bottom of the table. (And then we're going home.)
(With thanks and apologies to the staff of the Elizaville Diner, who make some of the by-gum best fries on earth. We'll be back. With better-behaved kids, we hope.)
2 comments:
Interesting! It makes a lot of sense with me and it was such a big help. I had also fun reading your post. Thank you.
Apologies accepted but not necessary. Sounds like a funny experience, but maybe only from the outside. When we first restored and installed the stools, we alled played "spinny spinny" too.
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