Sometimes Crappy Papa and I talk about making a dramatic life change. We’re not serious about any of the ideas though, we’re just playing around and imagining what it would be like. Things like joining the circus and becoming a circus family! Or buying a boat to live on and becoming a fishing family!
Recently, we joked about buying a food truck. It would be awesome! We’d vend at all the festivals, like some nomadic traveling food truck family. We’d sell yummy stuff (no idea what) and then we could eat the yummy stuff! So easy!
Of course, we’d never actually do this. We don’t even want to. At all.
Unfortunately, the kids latched onto this particular idea and decided that it is our family’s destiny. We MUST get a food truck.
So I tried to talk some sense into them. I told them about the realities of running a business like that. I told them about dealing with customers and about having to train employees.
But they were not deterred. Crappy Boy decided that he would be the boss of the food truck and Crappy Baby decided that he would be one of the workers.
They set up a mock food truck in the corner of the family room and got to work. They wanted to prove to me that they could do it and would be good at it and that they’d love it. They set out to make it as realistic as possible.
(In case it isn’t clear, when Crappy Boy is wearing a red hat he’s the boss. No hat and he’s a customer.)
Customer tries to order, but Crappy Baby isn’t sure about the special of the day.
So the customer storms off.
Uh oh. Boss is upset.
Now that Crappy Baby is clear on the special, they try again.
Another customer arrives…
So far so good!
Uh oh.
Well, that’s easy to remember.
Crappy Baby relays the information to his customer who is patiently waiting.
Yay! We have a customer who wants to order!!
Uh oh. Those sizes exclude all sorts of people. Not good business practice.
Another angry customer storms off.
And it just kept going…
This was the only snippet that I saw, but they continued to play for quite a while after that.
Eventually, they abandoned the food truck corner and I checked in with each of them.
and
and finally…
Yep.
This was hysterical! It almost made me want to have another baby so that my toddler would have a sibling.
ALMOST. In case my mom is reading this, calm down, you’re not getting another one.
I’m not your mom, but even I got excited…and then, awwww darn! LOL
OMG, we too have fantasies for a day and food truck has been one of them!
That’s awesome! I’ve thought about a food truck too…and now I know not to ever mention it to the kids! That’s awesome.
I sure love to read these. It is my boys to a T!! 🙂
How funny! Our crappy papa is currently in the process of converting our RV into a food truck as we speak for festivals and fairs. LOL I read him the post and he’s convinced it’s a sign that he is doing the right thing….mmhmm. LOL
Crappy boy sure has a realistic view of the world. He’s going to go places. He’s got a lot more figured out about running a business than I do. And now he knows what he DOESN’T want to do. That’s great!
The issue solves itself lol, this was hilarious
That is fantastic… little Abbot and Costello
That is awesome, we play pizza place, mommy places the order with one, who yells it over his/her shoulder to the other, who instantly makes the order, hands it to the order taker, who then gives it to mommy to enjoy
Sounds yummy! Can we get ours with “no brown on the bananas, no brown on the eggs and NOOOO THE EGGS ARE TOUCHING THE BANANAAAAAAS”?
Ha!
I love when siblings start playing together!!!
So much free entertainment!!!
I always talk about opening a B&B but I don’t think I really want to so… don’t make me!!
This was hilarious. Kids figured it out on their own in the most entertaining way. XD
Crappy Boy is totally going to own his own business someday. He’s got it down pat!
My two girls were playing with our former nanny’s boy, who we hadn’t seen in awhile. The game appeared to consist of one kid sitting at the table, another playing “waiter”. After a few exchanges the waiter would do something unforgivable and the “customer” would jump up and chase the waiter across the yard, yelling “I’m going to DESTROY you!” And then they’d all go back, rotate roles and play it again. I still don’t know how they arrived at this particular sequence of events… nobody we know screams at and chases waiters.
We sometimes talk about opening a family friendly restaurant-you know, the kind with a play area. There’s nothing like that in our town. But then it would be like dinner time at our house with our 1 and 3 yr old- but ALL DAY. UMM, no thanks.
Oh lord.. I used to try to do fantasy for the day type talking when I was married to my ex… problem was he was way too easily convinced and took it faaaar too seriously. He used to scare me to death talking about “investing it all in gold!” (whatever “it all” was, because we never had any “it all” to invest), moving to Alaska to gold mine and/or start a homestead, opening a restaurant, bidding on storage lockers for a living…. imagine if your kids had access to the car and your bank account when you guys talked like that. yeah… like that.
Oh man, that sounds terrifying!!
Your kids are just awesome. I can’t wait until my baby gets a little older so I can enjoy similar entertainment.
We own a food truck and I can tell you that yes, it’s just as hard work as your kids have discovered…
Next business we start, we’re going to pretend we do first!!!
Oh my god that’s adorable!!
What imaginations.
I actually have some customers of the grocery store I work at, and they own a food truck, and have a teenage girl and preteen boy. They are some of the nicest, coolest, funniest people I’ve ever met. And they always smell like fried food. I always know when they are shopping because I can smell it, LMAO!