Sonny's after church seemed like a fine idea. They didn't have their chicken and dumplings, so some of our crew was disappointed, but nonetheless the salad bar was a hit. Luke didn't like the mashed potatoes, luckily I had some fruity baby food in the diaper bag from previous trips that he did take a liking to.
Brian was nervous about Luke having ANOTHER blowout, tummy troubles lately, so he thought he'd go check the diaper. As soon as he picked him up out of the high chair, it all started to fall apart. He said Luke felt wet, meaning his clothing, and he assumed poopie pants leaked onto his clothes. Both of us leave the table to go out to the car to assess the damage, and Brian asks the lady at the front counter if they have any scissors he can borrow. (Why? Weird.)He then explained that he didn't want to get poop all over Luke, so he was going to CUT HIS OUTFIT OFF OF HIM. (Say WHAT?!) Needless to say I shut down that idea quickly. It's not like he was wearing a onesie, it was a cute collared romper. Are you kidding?
At the car we see that it seems that pee pee leaked out. He was no where near covered in poop, but (no pun intended) the outfit was wet. Brian took the outfit off him, and then we realized that we had NOTHING for Luke to wear. (Daddy packed the diaper bag.) WoW! I refused to accept this as happening to me. We couldn't possibly go back inside a restaurant with Luke in only a diaper. So redneck. I searched the car in a total panic, looking for ANYTHING he could wear. I even considered one of Brian's potentially dirty t-shirts that would've been ginormous on Luke, but in the end I was forced to accept that there was nothing acceptable for him to wear. Oh the embarrassment.
Walking back into the restaurant was horrifying for me. Thank God it was near closing time, and many people had already left. Our waitress made a joke as we walked in with him, "No shoes, no shirt, no service! Haha!" If she only knew how thoroughly embarrassed I was at this point.
We sat down, some people at the table had some laughs, I hid. Luke had no problem chillin in the diaper. He yelled his "Laalalalalalalalala" louder than ever it seemed. Attention all on him. Thanks, Luke. Then our waitress showed up and said that she wanted to know if we wanted to have her black shirt she had gone to get out of her car for Luke to wear. She "just felt so bad for him." OH MY GOD! I slumped down in my seat. I don't think a Junior's size 3/4 sleeve shirt would help the situation any... but it was the thought that counts (right).
I really didn't think it was funny. There will be back-up clothes in every car and every bag forever more.
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