Musical lunches

I was SUPPOSED to eat leftovers for lunch, and the boys were going to have PB&J or a frozen homemade burrito, like the good little money-saver I'm pretending to be. . . Yeeeeah, that didn't happen.  We left work - yes my 6 and almost 4 year old boys come with me -  for burgers.  But I didn't want a burger, and I didn't want to have to have to unload/reload kids in the car multiple times, so we were stuck with drive thru.  Eventually I decided "Screw it, I'm going to 2 drive-thrus" and headed to the Mexican place that was next to a BK so it would be as close to going to only one as I could get.  And as I'm trying to decide between burritos, tortas, or maybe those super-tempting carne asada fries, a voice from the back pipes up: "I want one of those!"

Of course you do.

Now if I'd realized that we were all going to be eating mexican this would not have been my first choice.  I'd have either gotten it from the tortilla factory (who has such AMAZZZING Breakfast burritos  I've yet to try anything else) or the taco truck that is literally across the street.  Anyways.  I finally get the boys to pick something - a combo to split because out of nowhere they want rice and beans.  And I settle on a torta with carne asada.  I have a sneaking suspicion that they took advantage of my distraction with the (starving! OMG you are such a heartless mother! we expected lunch 30 minutes ago!)kids in the backseat and overcharged me.  But it didn't occur to me till after we left, and at that point the faster we got back to work to put food in all of us, the more likely that all of us would survive another day. I admit, I made the mistake of  taking a bite of the torta.  Ahhh, wonderful. . . but witnessed. This would be the point where you smack yourself in the head for being an idiot.  Because now everyone wants a bite and there's no way my delicious sandwich is being passed around to decorate the backseat.

So finally, we get back. Sit down. Open the styrofoam box containing the combo. . . and there are two beautiful tacos staring at me.  Which my younger son immediately tries to grab and ends up with both sets of corn tortillas in hand, and all the filling still in the box.  *sigh* there is no way the boys are going to be able to handle these generous 'al carbon' + extras without causing major devastation to both their clothes and the surrounding countryside.  Luckily for my sanity I hadn't slathered the torta in hot sauce yet.  So I cut it in half and re-stuffed the tacos. And there was peace. . . until the boys decided the food was so good that they wanted more.  Ooops! Sorry! there's salsa alllll over this taco, enjoy the rice and beans.

Maybe one day my children will eat a consistent amount.  Now it seems inversely proportional to the amount of food on hand.  To top it off Thing 2 decided to bite through the bottom of the cup of horchata they were sharing. Yup life with kids is nothing if not a constant adventure.