PHOTO 365 – DAY 65: DATE NIGHT…

Posted on May 12, 2011

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alternate post title – I’M PRETTY SURE I’VE ALREADY USED “DATE NIGHT” AS A POST TITLE…

monkey & i have a regular date night.  it is usually on wednesday, sometimes on thursday, but every week.  just the two of us lactose intolerants trying desperately to enjoy our ice cream.

monkey usually eats all the sprinkles off the top and then one or two bites of ice cream.  i’m tempted to start getting him a cup of chocolate jimmies crushed up into an oreo.  do you think they’d charge less considering we were forgoing the actual reason to visit their shop?

moving on.

it is important to me to have one on one, quality time with silly monkey.  we spend a good deal of time together, but somehow, by calling it a “date”, monkey gets excited and makes the plan himself…

mommy, i will take you on a date.
ok.  are you driving?
i can’t.  i don’t know how.  i would like ice cream where they smash the oreos.  and you can get the strawberries.  and we will go on a walk.  and then we can come home and watch a movie.

DAY SIXTY FIVE:  on this particular occasion, we parked ourselves at a table right outside the ice cream parlor’s door.  and then proceeded to enjoy our date…

until we heard the group of teens at the table behind us swearing up a storm.

there are many things i tolerate, mostly b/c i have to – stupid people.  traffic.  icky weather.  stupid people.  but major profanity blatantly screamed in front of my child is not one of them.  it already bothers me that he will occasionally say “hell” or “dammit”.  and i take at least partial responsibility for that b/c they could be inspired by an infrequent slip on my part (and heard elsewhere by kids i would rather he not play with).  but i’ll be damned if my kid goes to school and call his teacher a mutha f*cker, sh*thead, or f*uckin’ b*itch.

i mostly ignored them b/c it didn’t seem to phase monkey.  in fact, he may not have heard them.  but the “mommy, what’s a mutha f*ucker?” that flew out of his mouth had my head spinning.  and my mommy hat went on in a flash…

excuse me…
**blank stares**
please tone down your language.  it’s not only inappropriate, it’s disgusting.

they didn’t say anything, but their conversation went to low whispers.  however, they eventually picked up the volume.  and the cursing.

EXCUSE ME…
**glaring teens**
you can either stop with the nasty words or leave.  your choice.  make a decision.  now.

it took another five or so minutes before they gathered up their stuff, hooted out two or three more indecipherable profanity laden phrases and left.  but i was relieved.  so was monkey…

hey, mommy.  let’s go sit over there.  that table is cooler. 

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