. . .and then Joss' Bris video, which was more graphic than Mommy & Daddy realized.
On the way home, we stopped at a diner in CT for dinner. Paul refused to sit in the highchair, and ate his chicken fingers - and part of Daddy's burger - sitting in the booth like a big boy. There was a minor tantrum when we would not let him eat some chicken that dropped on the floor. Then Daddy took him to the men's room for a diaper change.
There was no changing table in the men's room, so Daddy had to lay Paul down on the counter between the two sinks for diapering purposes. Then some dumb-*expletive* schmo walked up to the counter, put his hand on the soap dispenser right over Paul's face, and proceeded to get soap all over Paul's head!
"What the hell are you doing?!?" Daddy asked.
"I needed soap," said the schmo.
"My son's head is RIGHT THERE. You couldn't wait for me to move him??"
"My hands are really greasy," said the schmo.
"Waaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" screamed a soapy Paul.
" ," fumed Daddy.
Never a dull moment!
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