So mom and I took the Geej to her maiden outing to Red Robin tonight. Not sure why, but this bastard FREAKED the Geej completely out. She saw him coming from across the restaurant and immediately looked at me with a look that said, "Mommy?! What the HELL IS THAT THING?!!" As he came ever closer, she started with the "No bird. No bird. No bird," mantra that expanded quickly into the emphatic directive that is the title of this entry. Yes she enjoyed her grilled cheese and tomatoes from my salad and bites of beans from my mom's taco salad, but the entire time she was chowing down, the refrain of "No bird! Go way! Bye Bye! No bird!..." just went on and on and on.
I guess Disney's out of the question for...like...ever.