Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The Cheese-less Cheeseburger
My son has always been more easygoing and my buddy. We think a lot a like, and he has always loved to copy me. My daughter, on the other hand, has a stubborn streak a mile wide (also one of my traits I was so wonderful to pass on). Since that little girl learned to talk, she has loved the word ‘no’ and being contrary.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s usually a sweet and loving child, but when she decides she knows better--look out!
A wonderful example of her sheer stubbornness occurred one fine day last year. We decided to eat out at a restaurant with my grandmother. My daughter, the cheeseburger queen, decided at the moment we were ordering that she no longer liked cheese. I politely asked the waitress to please change her order to a hamburger, rather than a cheeseburger.
However, this only upset my daughter. When the waitress left my daughter started to sob. I asked her what was wrong. And she whimpered, “Mommy, I don’t want a hamburger. I want a cheeseburger without cheese!”
As I was trying unsuccessfully to convince my little princess that hamburgers are cheeseburgers without cheese, the waitress came back with our drinks and overheard our conversation. The waitress, being sweet and understanding, took out her pad and said, “Scratch that; make that a cheese-less cheeseburger!”
Immediately, my daughter grinned from ear to ear, and I mouthed my gratitude to the waitress.
To all the waiting staff that has ever had to take an order for a cheese-less cheeseburger, this is a tribute to you. You are more appreciated than you’ll ever know . . . !