The original plan for this morning was to go to church, then grab lunch out and hit the commissary on the way home. Turns out the church was having a baked potato lunch fundraiser, which sounded good to me, but His Highness is not so much into the baked taters, so we were back to the lunch-&-the-commy plan, until the Littler One decided to scream incessantly, and then it became pick-up-lunch-on-the-way-home-and-where-is-that-baby's-mother-for-heaven's-sake?? plan.
So I hightailed it to Wendy's. I told His Highness where we were going, and was met with blissful cheers of "Nuggets!!!" Yes, buddy, you can have nuggets for lunch. "YAY!!!!"
The Littler One is what Dr. Sears would call a high-needs baby. Synonyms for this include, "fussy," "grumpy," and "demanding." Basically, he has a lot of feelings. Very strong feelings. Even when we're in the drive thru.
So while the Littler One continued his screams of protest over the fact that he was not nursing at that very moment, I went ahead & ordered loudly, only to be joined by a naughty little boy who unbuckled himself to come up behind my seat and yell out my window to make sure his request for "nuggets, pwease!!" was heard. And heard again. And again. And one more time before I said "They heard you, you're getting nuggets, and you asked very nicely, but I need you in your seat right now, because you're in trouble for unbuckling without asking first."
I was a little bummed to have to discipline such cuteness, but when it comes to the law and issues of safety, well, those are a big deal, so we had to have a talk. But first I had to get thru the drive thru, so I pulled forward to pay & get our food. The girl at the window gave me a somewhat sympathetic and slightly fearful look, and it dawned on me that my screaming baby was, in fact, still screaming. I felt like telling her "don't worry, you should still have kids when you're older," but screaming babies make it hard to hear anything other than "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." So I erred on the side of silently looking as cheerful as possible while driving off with my screaming kiddo...