Ahoy!

Kenny and Cooper and I went out for dinner with my parents a few nights ago, and we settled on my favorite sushi place, even though my menu options are a bit limited, at least for the next 7 (!) or so days.   We were the first ones there, and it was one of those rare nights where both boys not only behaved perfectly, but ate everything that I put on their plates, from the edamame and sticky rice to the chicken katsu.

Halfway through dinner, Kenny started yelling, “Ahoy!” every time someone came in.   I laughed as soon as I realized that he was hearing the traditional shouts of “Irasshaimase!” and translating them into a word that he knew.       Cooper joined in not much after, and a fun time was had by all.

I ate as much wasabi as humanly possible,  but the old, “Spicy foods trigger labor” hogwash didn’t work.   Waa.   Next on the list?   A massage.   And a little jumping rope…