Eating in a rush

Earlier today, we were in Kailua (I think that's how you spell it) up (or down?) the coast from Waikiki. We stopped at a strip mall to eat at a cheesesteak restaurant. Who doesn't instantly think of philly cheesesteaks when they think of Hawaii??? Anyhow, there was a kid's book store next door that the kids really wanted to go to. Of course, I pulled this out of my hat:

Mama: "If you guys are really good we can go in the store. You have to listen to mama, follow directions, and make good choices."

(And yes, I really did say that exact same thing. I know I sound ridiculous to every mom around me...especially because it just sounds like I'm trying to impress everyone because in 2 minutes they totally make poor choices. But I really do say that to them.)

Of course they replied with: "OKAY! We'll be good!!"

Well....they weren't. Jamie tried to "sneak" to the book store door. Maria threw her food on the floor, trying to feed the tiny pigeons. Jamie threw 1/2 his hot dog away. Maria squirt ketchup everywhere. Let's just say that in the time it took dan to go to "Curry Express," everything went to hell. I was going to say the 's-h' word, but my mom reads this.

So anyway, while Jamie was throwing a tantrum, he said, "I don't want to live with you anymore!!!!!"

Fast forward 3 hours.

Mama: "Why did you tell me you didn't want to live with me? That made me really sad."

Jamie: "Well I was in a rush. When I eat in a rush, it makes me sassy. And then I say I don't want to live with you."

So there you have it. Beware when Jamie eats in a rush. He'll say very hurtful things...