Whipped Cream

Tonight Josh and I headed to The Cheese Cake Factory for a date night, only Kale came along too. It is a slight downside to having a new baby and not having grandparents down the street, however, it just gives us more time together as a family…and provides more stories like these… …It was a typical dinner out with a six month old baby. Parents passing the baby back and forth while they shove down spoonfuls of their food. The other parent bouncing the baby, making crazy faces, and squeaking every toy in the diaper bag, trying to buy enough time for each plate to be cleared of every last bite. No matter how crazy the dinner ever gets there is no rushing through desert, espically at the Cheesecake Factory. We both sit in silence as we read through the list of over 25 different kinds of cheesecakes, until we each come to our conclusion. Josh orders an Oreo cheesecake and I go with their most popular strawberry cheesecake. The server only takes a few minutes before returning with two HUGE slices of cheesecake and a spoonful of whipped cream on top of each. Josh started in on his cheesecake first as I bounce Kale up and down on my lap, trying to keep him entertained for just 5 more minutes. Kale, not giving in spits out his pacifier right into the fresh pile of whipped cream on my cheesecake and starts expressing his ever growing boredom. As I am trying to control the situation I pick the pacifier out of the huge pile of whipped cream and lick it off. Josh looks up and begins to burst into laughter and says, “That’s called mommy sexy.” I guess licking whipped cream off of our child’s pacifier while he begins throwing a fit, is about as sexy as it’s getting for awhile.