We met friends for dinner last night. Friends we haven’t seen in several years and they’re visiting from the west coast. I love catching up with old friends and beginning where we left off (even if there were two additions – a 6-month-old and a 3-year-old.)
We went to Asheville Pizza – my third Italian restaurant in 3 days. I’ve eaten there more times than I can remember, and our son has eaten there quite a few times. Never has he been so charming. As the servers were rushing in and out the kitchen door next to our table, Lucas would stop them:
L: Excuse me! Excuse me!
Asheville Pizza Staff: Yes?
L: Do you make the food?
APS: Yes! Yes, I did!
L: That makes me SO happy!
(This conversation took place with three different people and it was super encouraging and cute each time.)
I complain a lot about my son’s behavior. He can be wild and defiant and a total three-nager. It’s aggravating. Last night, he was helping me put the pizza he didn’t eat into a box (this is what happens when you fill up on grapes and cereal before you leave, and then eat 4 garlic knots.) The pizza fell on the floor. When he didn’t notice, I just told our server to remove it since it had fallen on the floor. I didn’t need a replacement. It was our fault it fell.
He came back to let me know that we were getting replacement pizza. He let one of the guys in the back know what happened and the guy said, “Oh! That kid? He was cute! Of course we’ll make him more pizza!”
It’s those moments that I’m reminded that my son won’t be a threenager forever. There are still kind people in the world (even in hipster Asheville) and my 3-year-old’s comments may have just made someone’s night. They certainly made my son’s night. (He even made sure to say an excited goodbye to everyone as we left.)