Adventures with Andrew

So, Andrew and I were finished with the first part of our day at 2:30 this afternoon, but we had to go to a doctor's appt of mine, then wait around until 5:30 to pick up Maddie from the camp bus/van stop. So, I thought, why not go to "Wendy's" and get Andrew a shake? It will put him in a good mood, which will make waiting around for me at the doctor easier. We enter the Wendy's drive-thru and proceed to wait..........and wait.........and wait. At this point, too many cars are behind us for me to back up. When we pulled in, we were only two cars behind the order box. The mini-van FINALLY finishes their order and the next car goes. After a couple minutes I get to pull up, but something is apparently wrong with the speaker because no one is asking for my order. "Hello? Hello?" I start knocking on the speaker and shouting, "Is anybody there?" I have no idea why I thought this would work, but, of course, it doesn't. The manager comes running out with a sign, which she tapes across the speaker "DRIVE THRU CLOSED" and turns to me with "We close. Food run out." Me: "Your food is all gone??!!" Her: "Jess. Food all gone." I am going to kick the rear end of the person in the burgundy mini-van, who I am now convinced ordered 200+ cheeseburgers for their local T-ball league or something. All I know is that 10-minute order took away Andrew's strawberry shake. The best part is that I couldn't leave right away, because they somehow still had enough food for the person who had been right in front of me and I was stuck in the middle of the line waiting for them to get their food. Andrew was less than thrilled when we finally pulled all the way through and went on our way without his promised shake. Poor kid. Luckily, no full blown tantrum occured, but he got back at me later.........see the next paragraph. Anyway, to wrap this paragraph up, this is just one of those things that only seems to happen to me. I know people say that all the time, but you can trust me. Josh and I are just seem to have the most unique Murphy's Law experiences I've ever heard of.

So, later that night, after I think Andrew is over the whole shake incident, I walk into the family room and see him across the way in the coat closet in the hall banging something shiny against the wall. Like any good mother, I shout, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The stupidity of alerting him to being caught when I was still too far away to grab his arm become abundantly clear when he quickly pulled the top on the shiny can and all the pent up soda pop starting spewing out all over the coat closet. If you think this wasn't revenge for the shake, you don't know Andrew as well as I do. For better or worse, the kid has the longest memory of anyone I've ever met in my life.