Tonight my mother and I met my uncle out at the Chandler Fashion Mall. He has had a really rough time at work lately, so we didn’t mind making the drive out there, and once we did, we of course ended up at the food court to grab some dinner.
We opted for Hot Dog on a Stick, which will always remind me of sunny days spent at California malls, and hot September days at the L.A. County Fair.
Oh, and when did they change the logo? I don’t recall this scary girl being on all the merchandise! I think I much prefer the Muscle Beach character, for all his stick figure arms and creepy smile. He was like a weird uncle you just get used to having around…and I miss him.
But anyway, after we ate, my uncle was feeling just a little down, so I naturally suggested a sweet to make him feel better. Well, he insisted on getting Cinnabon, which is like his favorite mall dessert…not that he has met one that he hasn’t liked.
So I went and bought two, one for me and my mom, one for him. But, being the people we are, my mother instantly started harping on him to only eat half, which to her is a reasonable request, but to my uncle, that is the equivalent of asking him to eat his own liver. It simply is not suggested that he willfully only eat half of his dessert, and stop eating before he is completely stuffed. Naturally, he refuses, and thus, the Great Cinnabon Battle began.
Yes, that would be my mother’s disembodied hand at the bottom, trying in vain to steal the Cinnabon. You think she would learn that resistance is futile.
Out comes the weapons.
Aaannnddd…things get ugly.
Most notably, my dear uncle’s stubborn child face. Classic.
Reclaiming his territory.
Accepting defeat.
This is how it always ends. He gets his dessert, and my mother is left to huff in disgust. Its really amusing to just sit and enjoy the show.
Not a gracious winner.
The aftermath.
His exact words…”I think I’m going to be sick.”
And people wonder why I love my family. Being with them is like watching the Seinfeld crew, its just magic, and they truly cannot write it better than how life plays it out naturally.
Good times.
love this post! I wonder how your uncle would act at Kona Grill!