Updated
July 31, 2001
On Friday night
we decided we'd take Jackson and Porter to the 59 Diner for dinner
-- Heck, it's been forever since I had a chicken-fried steak! Anyway,
we got there early (about 6) and the place was fairly full. We got
a nice, comfortable booth near the front of the diner and got Porter
all settled in in his carrier on the table -- and we got Jackson a
booster seat, since I didn't want him to be sticking out in the isle.
Of course, that
was my first mistake -- With so much activity going on in the diner,
he just couldn't sit still! All night long, it was one near miss after
another, trying to keep him from dragging the sugar shaker off the
table, grabbing a 'decorative' lamp and heaving it to the floor, coloring,
etc.
When dinner came,
he wanted to share mine, and drink my soda, but wanted nothing to
do with his burger and fries! Well, I didn't want to deny him -- so
I let him have as much of my soda as he wanted.( I know, I'm weak.)
Well, he kept asking for more. I had about a terrible time just being
able to eat, and at one point I said, "Jackson, I better get
an 'I love you Daddy' from this!"
And that's when
it happened: "Love you Daddy." What?!?! He said it again:
"Love you Daddy."
He drank the
rest of my Coke. Trust me: that was a moment I'll always remember.
Well, on a more
technical note, I pulled out the GPS this evening and figured out
just where the hell I am: 444 miles north (or so) from my house, accurate
+/- 5 meters.
