Do you wanna flex!
As many of you know, my family goes to Florida a lot. We have friends Larry and Dixie there, and my wife has an abundant love for Mickey Mouse. Given this, it is not unusual that my kids will periodically talk about things we saw or did while we are in Florida. My wife is working hard to make sure they share in her passion for giant rodents.
This story takes place about three months after our family had returned from a trip to Florida. Given the time it's hard to imagine why the topic would come up, but kids minds are strange contraptions.
The six of us were sitting at the dinner table playing trivia, as we often do, when Sienna suddenly has something she wants to say. We pause the game and she says, "Do you remember, do you wanna flex?". Shelly and I look at each other and we begin the process of investigation. Our child is telling us about something important to her, but to us it sounds a little like word salad.
"Are you talking about the car?" I asked thinking maybe it had something to do with our newer vehicle, a Ford Flex. "No, do you wanna flex, in Disney World," she states, a little more upset.
The questioning goes on like this for a bit, but it is taxing. She realizes we don't understand her. We really do want to understand her, but this phrase, "Do you wanna flex" is nonsense. We have figured it's not in Disney, but near Larry and Dixie's house. We ate there. Apparently it was good and our forgetting is inexcusable.
Her brows are knotted and she has commenced exasperated hand talking. This is a tough one.
Shelly, after several minutes of work, dozens of questions and failed guesses figures it out. "Do you mean Tijuana Flats?" she asks referencing a very good Mexican restaurant we had been introduced to.
"Oh, yeah" says Sienna now smiling at herself as if this hasn't been several minutes of painful questioning. She continues with the meal, having moved on. We haven't. Not only do we relive the mystery we were put through, but to this day we call that restaurant "Do you wanna flex!"
2 Comments:
Your Uncle Ervin would be proud.
This is one of my all-time favorite Sienna stories. :0)
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