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I’m Gonna Have A Dino-sandwich For Lunch

, , , , , , , | Working | August 22, 2022

I work for a fast food restaurant. We aren’t very busy at this time of day, so when a man and a young girl I presume is his daughter arrive, there is only one customer in front of them. I can hear them discussing their food plans while waiting.

Man: “What do you want to eat, [Girl]?

Girl: “Dinosaur nuggets!”

The girl says this with excessive excitement. The man seems amused and approving of this response.

Man: “That’s an amazing answer! High-five.”

He gets his high-five, and a little while later he comes up to order. He gets a kid’s chicken nugget meal for the girl.

Me: “Just so you know, sir, our nuggets aren’t shaped like dinosaurs.”

Man: “Oh, thank you for the warning, but she’s fine. That’s not what she meant by dinosaur nuggets.”

Girl: “They don’t look like dinosaurs; they’re made from dinosaurs.”

I should probably mention I’ve never been good with kids. It’s not that I hate them or anything; I just never know how to respond to all the random things they say and do. I probably should just nod and not worry about what a little girl is saying, but instead, I foolishly try to correct her.

Me: “They’re actually made out of chickens.”

Girl: *Mildly exasperated* “I know! That’s the dinosaur!”

Me: “Umm… okay.”

The man has been watching with a look of amusement at this discussion but finally decides to help clarify.

Man: “She’s actually right. I was teaching this smart young lady about dinosaurs yesterday and told her that the last of the dinosaurs evolved into birds, so technically, all birds are dinosaurs. Great job, [Girl], for remembering and helping to teach others about them.”

And that’s the story of how I got schooled on dinosaurs by a kid who may or may not have been old enough to be in school herself.

Kids Are So Freakin’ Weird

, , , , , , , | Related | August 15, 2022

I was visiting my sister, and her young son stopped playing on a tablet to run up to me to greet me. I gave him the usual greeting and a hug and a kiss.

Nephew: “I didn’t give you a kiss.”

Me: “Oh, I’d love a kiss from you.”

I knelt down so he could reach my cheek, but rather than the quick peck I’d expected, I got an open-mouthed attack on my cheek, followed by his licking my cheek during the kiss.

When he pulled back, he had a big grin on his face showing he was intentionally playing some sort of prank on me and was proud of it.

Me: “Did you just lick me?”

Nephew: “Uh-huh.”

Me: “Why?”

Nephew: “I’m French!”

He then ran back to his tablet and whatever game he had on it, giggling.

Me: “Did your son just try to give me a French kiss?”

Sister: “I don’t know where he learned that!”

Oma Knows Best

, , , , , , , , , | Friendly | August 2, 2022

I’ve been invited to a party at a coworker’s house that I really want to go to, but my wife ends up having to travel at the same time, leaving me to watch our two kids, ages three and six.

My coworker generously offers that families are welcome to come to the party, and not wanting to miss it, I take her up on the offer. This is not a raucous, alcohol-fueled party; it’s more like twenty or so people having a nice potluck dinner at her house, so I figure this is an okay parenting decision.

Things are okay at first. Another coworker brings her own two kids, about the same ages as mine, and the four kids are having fun while the adults chitchat. But after about an hour, it’s clear that all four kids are losing their minds. They’re not being destructive, but they’re definitely getting wild and requiring frequent intervention to calm down. I can’t fully blame them, since I dragged them to an event they have no interest in, and can you really expect a three-year-old to maintain perfect behavior when there’s not really anything for them to do?

I’m realizing that I was probably too ambitious to think that this would go well, and I’m about to leave, when suddenly an elderly German woman emerges from the basement. It turns out this is my coworker’s boyfriend’s mother, who lives with them in the basement apartment. 

She holds out a beat-up-looking cardboard box.

Elderly German Woman: “I have a game that is a fun game for children.”

It was very generous of her, but she said it in such a quiet voice, and the game was so decrepit-looking compared to modern toys, that I assumed the kids would have no interest. BUT NO. The moment she said this sentence, all four kids magically fell in line behind her like ducklings, and they followed her, single-file, quietly and politely, to the dining room table, where she set up the game and quietly explained the rules. I just remember that it’s some game with a German name and wooden pieces.

All four kids, who had been bouncing off the walls just a moment earlier, pleasantly played the game with [Elderly German Woman] — even the little ones — for the next hour and a half. It was absolutely astonishing.

Never underestimate the power of a kindly grandmother.

The Best Kind Of Monster

, , , , , , , , | Friendly | July 31, 2022

I take my son and daughter to a park with a large playground to play. I am sitting on a bench keeping an eye on both of them and the park in general.

It is nearly impossible to not notice several kids all playing with a single man. The kids are running around on top of the playground equipment while the man is on the ground trying to grab the kids from between the bars. The kids are trying to use the height of the equipment they are on, and the fact that the man’s arms are too thick to reach too far between the bars, to stay out of reach of him. There are somewhere between eight and ten kids in total playing along with the game.

I see my son stop to talk to the man, who responds, but I am too far away from them to hear what is said. Then, my son comes running up to where I’m sitting.

Son: “Mom, can we play with them?”

Me: “Are you asking about playing with those kids over there?”

Son: “Yeah, the man said we had to ask you.”

Now curious, I walk up to the man to ask what is going on. I take a minute to listen in once I am close enough to hear them better before asking any questions.

Girl: “No, don’t get my brother!”

Man: “But he’s so cute I could eat him up!”

Girl: “Gross! Don’t talk about eating people.”

Man: “But that’s what us monsters do. We catch little kids and eat them. You wouldn’t want me to starve, would you?”

Girl: “Yes!”

Man: “Oh, harsh. You shouldn’t be so mean to a nice monster like me who only occasionally tries to eat brothers. If you want to see a mean monster, though, I’ll show you one! Look behind you!”

The man points excitedly and the girl half turns to see what he is pointing to, at which point he makes a leap for her, and she and three other kids standing near her and playing along all shriek and laugh as they back away from the grasping arm. The kids all look like they’re having fun.

Me: “Excuse me, do you have a moment?”

Man: “Sure, one second. Hey, kids, this monster needs another water break. But my minions, vampire, ghost, and Pennywise the evil clown, are still going to get you. Go, my minions!”

As he mentions each monster, he points to a specific kid, and all three indicated kids start chasing the others trying to catch them. He gestures for me to follow, and as he talks to me, he walks over to a large insulated container and chugs down some water.

Man: “Okay, how can I help you, ma’am?”

Me: “My son said you told him he should ask me if he could play with you?”

Man: “Yeah, sorry, I’ve made all the kids ask for permission before letting them join. It’s safer for me that way.”

Me: “Safer?”

Man: “You know, there are those that don’t trust men around children. When I take the kids out, we always get tagalong kids wanting to join in, but if I just let kids join us, I risk an upset parent accusing me of trying to steal their kid away to my windowless van or something. I figure if the kids ask permission before joining us, then I’m a lot less likely to get angry parents yelling at me. But if you don’t want your kid playing with us, that’s fine and I’ll respect it.”

Me: “No, no, I was just trying to figure out why [Son] was asking me like that. So, he asked to join you, and you told him he needed to ask me first?”

Man: “Well, honestly, it’s hard to keep track of all the kids. Ether he asked to join or he was one of the ones that just started playing without asking and I told him he would have to ask first.”

Me: “So, how many of those kids do you actually know?”

Man: “Mine are the girl failing to hide behind the climbing wall and Pennywise over there; for the record, it was his mom who let him watch IT, not me. The rest just sort of show up over time whenever I bring the kids to play, Luckily, my two seem to prefer playing with other kids so they don’t mind others joining.”

Me: “Well, they all look like they’re having fun, and thank you for getting my kids to ask permission. Those two are mine and they have permission to play with you if you’ll let them.”

Man: “Sure, the more the merrier. Though, if you’ll excuse me, I think the monster has to go back to work now.”

I watched him sneak around and grab the girl he said was his while she still thought he was on break and wasn’t watching for him, forcing the other kids to run and try to “save” her as he dragged her in to be eaten and loudly declared that he was back.

We stayed at that park for over an hour while the man continued to chase an ever-growing assortment of children, including my two, while they all screamed, laughed, and seemed to have a blast. In fact, my kids didn’t relent to going home, despite the heat, until shortly after the man and his kids left and their playgroup finally broke up.

The man sure livened up the day of my children, and presumably quite a few others, by letting them join the fun. Thank you, random stranger, for making our park visit extra fun.

Everyone Knows Germs Don’t Like Burgers

, , , , , , , | Working | July 17, 2022

I went to a fast food drive-thru. It’s super popular but I’m unfamiliar with the menu. They have order takers standing outside so far ahead of the order screen you can’t read it, so either you know what you want or the order taker gives you options.

I ordered the basics: a sandwich, fries, and soda. When I saw the menu, I noticed other items I would have ordered, as well. But oh, well. Their loss.

At the pick-up window:

Me: “Can I have a print menu so I can be prepared next time?”

Employee: “Sorry, but because of [health crisis], we can’t hand out paper menus due to germs.”

And they handed me a paper bag of food and a paper drink cup.