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If you know me at all, you know that it is a rare thing for me to go to events like this. It is even a rarer thing still to do this with friends. I'm a social person, but most of my socializing is done in groups and includes my husband. I don't "do" lunch. I don't have "girls' nights out." So I was pretty excited about this and RSVP'd early. I then told Dr. Pop that I was going and found out that he would be out of town. This meant that Boy Pop was to come with us.
All-in-all, the evening was great! Janna and I tasted some fabulous wines, got great goodie bags and t-shirts, browsed some fab clothes and purses, and just had a nice time. All with a 5 year old. Yes, I was that woman with a wine tasting glass in one hand and a little boy's hand in the other. And here's where I totally brag…
My son behaved like a dream! He didn't whine, fuss, or make any commotion. He contented himself with rolling a racecar on the tables and tasting some cheese and looking at the Christmas decorations. I was and am extremely proud of the fact that I can take him places (places that are decidedly not kid-friendly) in a pinch and he knows how to act. He's a great kid.
Our one little "uh-oh" moment came via nature. Halfway through our time there, Boy Pop looks up at me and said, "I need to go potty." So I took him upstairs to the ladies' room. We walked through the doors and he rather loudly announced, "I need to go poo-poo." Right in front of the woman who was putting on lipstick. She couldn't get out of there fast enough! Lucky for us, the large handicapped stall was free, so we went in there and Boy Pop began his business. And then it started happening… He started talking himself through it. And his face got redder and redder and he did something he never does… He started grunting. All the while, I hear the door opening and closing, women coming in and out of the bathroom. I tried to shush my son, but he was so cute and he was having such a hard time of it, that my heart just wasn't in it. So I did what any mother in the late 2000's would do… I texted my husband a running commentary!
Quote of the night: Mommy, I'm not done yet, I still need to toot a little more.
Here's the shirt! Isn't it awesome?
