Breakfast abandonment....sniffle, sniffle.....

Let me run you through our breakfast this morning and the pain and anguish which I suffered at the hands of my heartless parents....so, we went out to eat some breakfast...awesome! I do love going to The Grove for our occasional breakfasts out because whenever we go there, I get to eat my very own croissant (or butter log as dad calls it). Big thumbs up!

So, breakfast was going great, we had our food, we were chowing down, mom even gave me her mittens so that I could chew on them as well when the mood struck me....yes, mom had mittens on and its mid-July....

So, mid-way though breakfast dad got up and walked off...no big deal, dad comes and goes a lot, didn't think anything of it. I just assumed that dad had finished eating and had left the restaurant and headed somewhere else....okay, no big deal.

Then, when I pulled mom's yellow mittens out of my mouth, I noticed that she was talking to someone behind me....I thought I recognized the voice.

So, slowly as I lifted the mittens back up to my mouth, I glanced over my shoulder to see who it was....

It was dad! Dad was right behind me the whole time and he was ignoring me! Wasn't looking at me! Wasn't waving at me! He was right there and not paying any attention to me!! Needless to say, this immense amount of disrespect and cruelty lead to a full melt-down with screaming and tears...then he turned with a look over with something I'd say was akin to shock, waved, and came back....and we finished our breakfast....so cruel.