I'm not brown, I'm white!!

After bumping into each other, sweating our balls off, and almost collapsing during Zumba at the Y Amanda and I decided to go to El Charro {a local Mexican restaurant. obvs!}. We went to pick up D at the Y day care, {Is was at home with her daddy} and headed out to the parking lot.

A- "you sure D will be ok at the restaurant? I don't take Mia to restaurants."{or something like that}

Me- "yeah! He does good! Specially without Is around. No problem!" {shouldn't have said that!}

We get there and D decides he wants to sit on the outside of the booth. So he does. He doesn't understand that he needs to get out so I can get on the inside. He doesn't move. He tells me no and that he wants to sit on the outside! I try not to make a scene but then just pick him up make him stand up so that I can get in. He grabs the table and starts fake crying. As in NO tears! Looking back now I shoulda just dropped the whole thing and sat on Amanda's side. Why didn't I Amanda??

So we look through the menu and I ask D what he'd like. I suggest a chicken quesadilla. He asks for a cheeseburger.

Me- "Douglas, you're brown. Don't be like that, just get a quesadilla at least."
D- "No! I'm not brown! I'm white!!"