Daddy Needs to Be Here Right Now

My husband had me peeing my pants today. But let me start at the beginning. A Red Robbin restaurant opened up last week, so we went to lunch there today. My mother had never been to one, so it was totally new to her. The fries are awesome, btw. My son was playing with his balloon and he knocked it into my drink, which landed square on my lap and I was soaked. I wasn't terribly upset, because, what can you do? I had to sit through lunch in wet pants, but that's okay. It was a little funny. Now, you may be thinking that if I find something like this so funny, perhaps I have some mental problems, or some weird pregnancy hormonal thing going on, and you maybe right. But I digress. We got our food and Mama's fish was rubbery and just not good at all, so she sent it back and got the chicken strips instead. After they took that away, I bit further into my burger and found that part of it was mostly raw in the center. So I sent it back to get cooked some more. By the time Mama's chicken arrived Michael had finished his burger. A few minutes later my burger arrived. The chicken was much better and my burger was much better, although I did find parts of it were still pink in the middle, but at least it wasn't raw. Now, you'd think perhaps I'd be annoyed or at least tense at this point, but no. Not a big deal really. Michael took Jamie out into the car because he was tired and ready for a nap and getting overstimulated and cranky in the restaurant. Mama and I finished eating shortly thereafter. The manager comped our entire bill, which was very generous, and of course we'll be back to give them another chance. It's newly opened afterall, so not all of the kinks are worked out yet. So we leave a tip, and the waitress was thrilled. I remember when I used to wait tables that usually fully comped tables didn't usually leave a tip even if the reason for the comp wasn't my fault at all. Anyway, she was a great waitress, so of course we left her a tip based on what we thought the bill would have been. She earned it. So we go out to the car and head home. Jamie was feeling better but still cranky, so I put on his classical music and he went straight to sleep. On the drive home, Michael started telling us about how Jamie is learning to try to communicate more complex ideas. Michael was in the bathroom, but had the door open so he could still hear Jamie and be accesible if Jamie needed/wanted him, and Jamie came in and had his train controller and pointed to it then pointed out into the living room. This has happened often when the train runs into a wall or obstacle and stops moving. He then wants you to "fix" the train so it moves again. But he has learned to do this himself, so Michael was confused as to why Jamie would come to him about this again, so he told Jamie to bring him the train. Jamie then went back into the living room and returned without the train and made the same gestures as before. Again Michael told him to bring him the train and again Jamie returned without it and repeated the same gestures. Michael then said that he told Jamie he couldn't go get it right now. He said he "had to be in the bathroom right now", and couldn't do what he was doing anywhere else. I found this to be enormously hilarious and laughed until I cried and peed. All I could think of was "Daddy needs to be here right now" and imagining him on the toilet. And since I was driving, I had to try to not laugh, which only seemed to make it worse. Oh, and to finish the Jamie story, he couldn't bring Michael the train because it was stuck partly under the couch and caught on some thread. So Jamie was trying to say he couldn't get his train. Such a smart boy.