Yesterday evening after a full day of planting flowers and turning horses in and out and a few other barn chores my 12 year old great niece text to see if I wanted to go eat. She had just got home from her soccer game in Chattanooga and was hungry. I text back and said sure. Where? Bella said The Beach.
Bella text a few minutes later and asked if her sister could go. I said sure the shafter could go. She usually doesn't go anywhere if Bella is along. They bicker too much. But I guess for a burger at The Beach she could tolerate her little sister for a while.
When we got to The Beach we saw what we were afraid we'd see. A super duper looong line. So I asked if we could go somewhere else. We ended up at the Dinner Bell in Sweetwater where I asked the question "if you could only have one food for the rest of your life what would it be?"
Chelsea asked if they could have condiments. I told her it didn't really work that way but yes. So she picked chicken. I picked potatoes. Bella picked broccoli and cheese soup with bread. I told Bella couldn't have bread. That's it's own food. And she and Chelsea started the bickering.
I told Bella she could have bread if I could have butter and milk for my potatoes. And salt. I don't believe Chelsea liked our little agreement.
During all the driving to and from Chelsea and I would play music sort of like we did the night before. But now with a 12 year old in the car I wasn't sure what to play so Chelsea would say yes or no when I started a song.
When we got back to their house to drop Chelsea off (Bella was spending the night with me so therefore she wouldn't) we chatted a minute in the car. Bella told Chelsea "move Chelsea! I want my Marna time". Awwww.....I'm not cool but hey, I'll enjoy thinking I am because in a few years they're going to figure out what I already know. I'm pretty boring.
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