This morning on the way home from errands, Gus asked if we could have lunch at Taco Bell. I immediately said no, but then thought I should at least try to make things fun for the poor, disappointed kid. So, today we had lunch at "pretend Taco Bell."
I took their orders in the car: cheesy rollups with a drink. Easy, peasy Japonesy. I got rewarded with a "Thank you, Taco Beller!" which is apparently what you call someone who works at Taco Bell. I was also told that I should work at Taco Bell (when Scott is home from work, of course) so I guess the food was pretty good!
2 comments:
Talk about seizing the
moment...awesome job, Taco Beller!!
So cute, cracked me up. My boys would be very jealous of Gus if his mom was a Taco Beller and theirs wasn't (:
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