Hayeser has been such a little sweetie lately, and after a solid week of some serious grumpiness (molars? pre-teen angst?)
it felt like a reason to celebrate in his way.
Hayes enjoys many things, but nothing quite as much as a 5 Guys burger & free reign at a thrift store toy aisle. (much better than regular stores, because there's no packaging to deter him.)
we asked him on the drive if he wanted nuggets at Chick-Fil-A or a burger & he
said over and over, "bu-ah!" which is his word for burger.
which sidetracks me...when does the lazy-talk stop? he shortens literally every word he says except for maybe 5 of them.
anyway, he ate half my burger and probably 20 fries.
by the end he is always covered in condiments.
fry sauce being his favorite, much to russ' dismay as he is a ketchup purist.
and see that take-out cup of vinegar down below?
the whole thing got spilled all over my lap.
i'm generally used to being spilled on, but sometimes i'd like to just make it out clean you know?
then we headed to the local thrift store to let him go to town with some second-hand toys.
let it be known that when he's done he gets baptized by disinfectant.
callum, also a little sweetie, slept for pretty much the entirety.
i did my usual perusing & would occasionally become irate at whomever kept walking passed me that smelled disgusting & then realize it was myself & my lap soaked in vinegar.
also, happy to see that russ caught me mid five guys high.
similar to a runner's high, i've been told, but cannot confirm as i've only experienced a high of the five guy's variety.
i hit my burger eating stride & i am loving life.
what an awful pic, right? y'welcome.