So, WTF is a phrase that pops into my head about once a minute (usually about something that one of my nutjob children is doing and every now and again, Husband).
Today it was for this particular reason...when you order a kids' meal from most chain restaurants, why does the waiter always say, "please be careful...this is extremely hot."
WTF!!!!!?????!!!!!????? Doesn't anyone understand that you CAN'T put delicious looking food in front of hungry toddlers and expect them to wait patiently! You just can't!!!
It was like prisoner torture as my mother and I pried the chicken "tenders" apart while the boiling hot oil was oozing out of the breading...the kids were reaching and whining for the yummy food that the nice man had brought them. The whole time, they're looking at us like we're doing something wrong...we kept throwing crackers, mandarin oranges, straws, coasters, and menus at them, but nothing would satisfy them until they had one bite of that delicious chicken...and promptly stopped eating. Gee...that was worth it. Now let me eat my salad faster than I've ever eaten anything in my life while dodging out of the way of your greasy little claws...yeah, thanks for throwing that on the floor...and that. Okay, you want a bite? Thanks for spitting it out. No, you can't have another straw. Stop eating that lemon...just suck on it (their faces kill me every time). Get out of my bag...no, you can't have my phone to call Daddy. I'm almost done. You want a pepper? Thanks for spitting that out. Can I get the check please?
Keep in mind that they're not actually talking yet...I'm screwed when that happens!
That made me say WTF on this lovely Wednesday!