It was a dinner like any other. The poor gummy bear, well let's call him a gummy bear (he's actually a gummy dog from Target) had no clue to what was ahead for him. We went to a Japanese Steak House, you know the type, they cook the food in front of you as you seat around the grill with your party and a few other anxious strangers. We've got all the cubs around the table ready for the show.
Cub3 is getting a little anxious, I reach in my pocket where I stowed away some gummy bears and I hand him one. Just one. Well, next thing I know after putting some water in Cub4's sippy cup, cub3 is crying. He's sobbing. I ask him what's wrong and my gosh I look at Cub1 &2 out of the corner of my eye, they have shocked looks on their face and begin to snicker. Of course I look to see what they are laughing about. Cub3 is still upset and pointing to where the girls are looking. I see the gummy bear, he's a clear one. He had landed right on the grill. Of course, I'm looking around at this point, oh geez, this can't be good. He's bubbling! OH NO! the grill is on. *sigh* CRAP! Cub3 is upset saying, "the bear is dying!!!" By this time the guy next to me is grinning asking, "what is that??" I tell him it's a gummy bear *blush* I look over and the guy sitting directly in front of it is playing with it with his fork. The bear is definately black now. He's teasing my girls asking what they put on it. Just then the cook comes out. The guy with the fork jokingly asks the cook, "don't you guys clean these grills?" The cook jokes back, "yes, we do, now what did you put on the grill, you're the one who has your fork in it." By this time, we're all kind of chuckling and cub3 is finally calmed down.
The cook asks us what it is as he's trying to clean it off. We tell him it's a gummy bear. He then jokingly accuses the girls who point directly at Cub3, of course he looks at Cub3 who quickly points back at me. I so wasn't expecting that. ROFL So I get the blame and everyone laughs. Okay fine. Haha, but I still deny throwing the gummy bear to his demise.
I'm glad the cook had a wonderful sense of humor, he was even joking about it as we paid and were leaving. We had them take pictures of Cub4 for his "birthday" and they sang to him, he sure loved it. Unfortunately the polaroid they used didn't have excellent quality, gosh I wonder why. I suppose I could scan it if I knew where my power cord took off too. Hmmmmmm, maybe later :P
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