Last night, we went to Mega Bangna for dinner, and I was so happy to see this sign. Tell me your mind doesn't automatically fill this in as Mega Banana. Things like this bring me joy.
|Just like that, it was settled. Mega Bangna will now and forevermore be known as Mega Banana.|
|Whim and my sister-in-law Wum.|
|Bouncy buffalo - what's not to love?|
|They can run and play in the square while we wait for our food. |
Then they haven't already used up all their patience and good manners by the time the food arrives.
|But they aren't sent off to a fast-food style playland. The kids and adults share this lovely outdoor space.|
|Auntie Wum giving after-dinner twirls.|
But it did encourage me, though. Parenting a wild child means you fight different battles. Miles might be crazy at times, but I've never once heard him say he's bored. He's confident, independent, brave, and fun loving. He takes initiative, has opinions, and can speak for himself, at four. Maybe, to some who are used to children twice his age who won't even answer a direct question, that seems naughty.
Even when Miles was at his wildest, I wouldn't have traded him for a mild-mannered bump-on-a-log. Those traits I see in him are going to make a fine man someday. How someone could see a two- and four-year-old eating quietly at the table as naughty, well, I don't know. But I will take my parenting lot with no complaints. The hard parts are short-lived and none-too-frequent. Unique bouts, if you will.