Sushi Feast…..

Taking the kids to a restaurant for dinner is always a gamble. I remember as a kid eating out at restaurants with my family…wait a minute, no I don’t.

We worry about how the kids will behave, will they use their inside voices, will they say things like, “Daddy, if you’re full, just go and have a poop so you’ll have room for more food,” turning the other diners off of their meals entirely? The answer by the way is always, yes they will.

We typically avoid restaurants serving pasta, pizza and chicken fingers because the complaints about the food not tasting quite like it does at home is never worth it, so we opt for something more adventurous.

 We asked the neighbours to join us for sushi and heard a resounding “no way” so it was all-you-can-eat sushi for four (and a half).

Hanna and Ellie managed to scarf down twenty-four California rolls and begged for more. They questioned what the fish roe was around the outside of the rice and were content to continue feasting when told they were red sprinkles. Hanna folded her hands in prayer and said, “Please lord let us order more California rolls,” which made me laugh as we are not religious. Ellie begged, “Please Mom, if you order us more California rolls I’ll give you sixteen dollars of my own money.” That sounds more like it.

The baby ate an entire order of vegetable rice. What I mean by “ate” is she smeared grains of rice on her face, neck and hair as well as all articles of clothing. They are now swirling in the washing machine. I’m tempted to throw in some raisins and cinnamon and see if mixed with the hot water, in addition to clean clothes, we’ll score a couple of side orders of rice pudding.

As usual, Greg ate too much and planned his get-out-of-bathing-the-kids-attack early. His complaints of a phony testicle injury on the way home from the restaurant had me questioning the authenticity and origin of his wounds but scored him some sympathy pains from Ellie who limped down the hall toward the suds.

 The kids were so well behaved, it was a great balance to the comment I heard just hours earlier, “I’m going to sit on you and stab you with my sticker package.”

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