my apologies

I was on a long long road trip with the kids today - just the kids and me and eighty million Geronimo Stilton books on CD. All in all, it went really well, but anytime that four people are stuck in a vehicle together with some guy pretending to be a mouse (if you don't know who Geronimo Stilton is, now is the time to find out), things can get a bit nutty.
I put off dinner until 7 p.m., thinking that if I waited that long, then there would only be an hour more driving required until we were home. So, we were all suffering from not enough food and too much Geronimo, who, by the way, is totally obsessed with cheese, when we stopped at Wendy's for dinner. As we ordered, Michael climbed on the little railing that is meant to corral the customers before ordering. I ordered our food and then looked behind me just in time to see an older man reaching out to grab him in case he fell, all the while reprimanding Michael for climbing there, as it was much too dangerous. Well, I was cranky and not in the mood to have some dude imply that my parenting sucked. So, I took a look at him and said "I am not in the place to get parenting tips from you." I may have been a bit snarky about it. I then took Michael and held him on my hip under the pretence that our food was ready. It wasn't ready. As I stood there, waiting, I realized that I kind of agreed with the guy. It wasn't that great of a place for Michael to sit. He would totally crack his head open if he fell. But I didn't have it in me to be gracious and say "Hey, you're right." I was tired and hungry and wanted my cheeseburger. So, to the not so helpful man in Wendy's who was trying to be helpful, "I'm sorry." I'm pretty sure that both he and Brian Mulroney read my blog.