BTW, SS managed to acquire color during our short time under the sun. P and I acquired redness. Again, what happened to my ability to tan? Is that something we lose with age?
The sushi place P chose is very good, very small and we had never seen children there. The last time we were there was shortly before we departed for China, so quite a while. We waited outside for a table and once we entered we immediately encountered the look. You know, the "Great, there's a little brat here to ruin our dining experience" look. Not even SS's cuteness can prevent the look. But soon people realize that we have not brought a screaming, cutlery throwing, water spilling, miniature Neanderthal into their happy place, and they chill. Granted, SS does engage in the aforementioned behaviors at home, we are only praising her out of home behavior. There was only one tense moment when SS unexpectedly began to sing at TOP volume, we quickly reminded her to use her inside voice, and she immediately reduced her volume (a miracle). By that time SS had the patrons and staff eating out of her hand, and they just laughed. Thank you SS for a a fun dinner.
Now I feel horrible owning up to less than stellar behavior on my part. Although SS is used to seeing and never getting wasabi, this time she could not let it go. Our usual explanation that it is very spicy, that it would hurt her tongue, is usually enough. After the 50th explanation I decided to allow SS to have the tiniest taste possible. I am ashamed to say it worked, the expression on her face was priceless, and we were ready with a lot of water. I felt horrible, but some things we need to experience in order to understand. We do not think SS will be asking for wasabi anytime soon. I think that one lost me the mother of the year award.
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