When I grow up

This was a big weekend for Zander. On Friday night (Great) Aunt Tracy decided that she wanted to have a sleep over. She invited Zander, Brady, Rosie and Riley to stay with Zachary. They all survived and much fun was had by all. Summers and I went on the first date we have had in a long time. This is only the second night that Zander has spent away from home. We went to see a very stupid movie (Blades of Glory) but it was nice to be out of the house for a while. On Sunday, we went to the park for an Easter egg hunt. That was very interesting. CiCi and PaPa were there to watch. I gave CiCi the bag to hold, Summers had the camera and I had the camcorder. They said on your mark, get set, go! Well the next thing I knew, it was over. There were so many children and the parents were kicking the eggs to their kids, that it was over before we even formed a strategy. Needless to say there won't be any great pictures. Zander got 2 eggs and promptly ate the candy. He then proceeded to look very sad in front of the other moms and 2 of them gave him a piece of candy. He had a good time none the less. He got to play on the playground and that was all that he cared about. Then we went to Granny's for awhile. Next, we went to the Mexican restaurant with CiCi and PaPa. We always use this as a time for Zander to practice what little Spanish he knows. The employees are great and take a lot of time kidding around with him. Tonight for some reason the owner kept coming over to the table and talking to him. They were discussing the spanish words for mouth, eyes, nose and then ears. Zander told him that ears hear loud noises like fire alarms. He then asked him if he was going to test the fire alarm. The man then asked Zander if he worked for the fire dept. He asked him if he was going to be a fireman when he grew up. Without hesitating, Zander said, "No, my mom said that it is too dangerous!" He then started telling him that he was going to be a Japenese chef. In the meantime, the waiter came and took some of our plates away. The next thing I knew, Zander said, "Here" and handed his plate to the owner and then said, "Clean this table up!". I was mortified. He very nicely took the plate and walked to the checkout area. When we got up there he was still holding the plate like he didn't have a clue what to do with it. He continued to talk to Zander. I know that it sounded rude, and I tried to explain to him that it was his restaurant and he did not have to clean up that tables. I hope that they let us come again.