Yep. That’s where we were.
Taco Bell to be exact. We pulled up in the long lunchtime line and stopped a few feet behind a large truck whose driver was placing his order at the speaker. After a minute or so of silent waiting, 26 month old Jack yells out the window “MOOOVE!”.
I ignored him once hoping the fellow in front of us didn’t hear.
Unfortunately, the second time he yelled slightly louder since, apparently, the 1st time didn’t do the trick.
Embarrassed, I turn and tell him that it’s OK, and that the poor hungry fellow in front of us will move as soon as he is finished ordering his little lunch.
Another minute of happy silence passes.
And then…. “MOOOOOOVVVEEEEEE!!!!” Jack yells, a 3rd and final time.
Whether it was by fate or sheer coincidence, at that exact moment the fellow in front of us suddenly pulls ahead in the line and we’re able to move up to the speaker.
And what does my son do?
He begins singing “We did it!” and dancing in his seat, waving his arms in circles excitedly ala Dora the Explorer.
We did it…we did it…oh yes we did it.
We forced the mean ol’ truck that was stopped in our way, dang it, to MOOOOVVEEEE. Just so we could order our number 4 cheesy beef burrito $2 meal deal.
Oh yes, we did it.
At least, according to my 2 year old, we did.
