Last week we took our girls to their first baseball game. They went crazy when they saw rows and rows of empty seats around us because all of the rain kept people away. They had so much fun until it came time for the actual game to start.
At that point our oldest asked if she could have a hot dog. We had eaten dinner before we left for the game, a filling meal--chili, so nobody actually
needed food. But our kids love hot dogs and my husband decided that the occasion of attending a first baseball game called for
a hot dog (for a snack)...despite the outrageous price tag. Half of the time when we buy our kids food while we are out to eat, they waste most of the meal anyway so sometimes we make them share. He took the girls to buy one and got a drink and
one hot dog, which he and my oldest were going to
share. He also brought back a screaming almost two-year-old.
She was angrier than I have
ever seen her, and despite several efforts to offer her some of the drink, a bite of hot dog, and snacks from my purse. Nothing worked, and she decided to take matters into her own hands. Still clueless about why she was so angry, I decided to follow her and when I finally thought to ask her if she wanted a hot dog (she was headed out to get her own) she suddenly calmed down and nodded her head. She didn't want to share the hot dog, she wanted her own.
A few minutes and $7.50 later, everyone had their own hot dog and we were able to enjoy the game.
*My husband still didn't believe that she needed her own at this point, but she scarfed the whole thing down in a few seconds.
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