May I have...

a chunky monkey please? Ok so we are on the road this weekend and eat out at Burgerville. A few times I have at one point called each of my children 'chunky monkey.' You know how they get those full little bellies that are so big you almost have to lift it up a bit to get the diaper off? or their little fingers and toes are soooo chunky... anyway I am ordering and I order a chunky monkey. The lady obviously does not get it so I repeat it. She says "you mean a chocolate monkey?" Ok FINE whatever. We are spending $28 bucks to eat here and it's the ONLY drink on the menu with the word monkey after it. Does it matter if it's chunky or chocolate? I really did not say this to her but I thought about it afterward- out of humbled embarrassment. I am surprised that A) Rick didn't move away and pretend he didn't know me or B) that he would have handed over Aidan saying "here's your chunky monkey lady"
If you haven't had a CHOCOLATE monkey. It's yummy- chocolate, banana and apple juice frozen yogurt smoothie. Go get one after you read this.
Side note- Aidan has a 101.5 fever. We are supposed to leave for the beach on Tuesday and I'm a little anxious over what is to come. It's out of my hands but a part of me is thinking here we go again...