I strained to hear my friend’s voice over the cacophony of restaurant noises surrounding us. Knives clanging, glasses clinking, people chatting and laughing, and over all of it the sounds of my incredibly cranky, tired toddler.
“Maaaaaammmmyyyy. I waaannnt it. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhiihhhhhhhhhhhh.”
I ignored her as long as I could, just watching her out of the corner of my eye. Chopsticks flashing here and there, spinning around, drumming the table, tapping the cup, and finally flying through the air and landing on the floor.
“Here, take Little L’s. I doubt she’s going to need them.” I handed C new chopsticks and glanced at the sweetly sleeping infant before turning my attention back to our friends. Minutes later the new chopsticks hit the deck.
“OK! That’s ENOUGH!” I turned to C. “C! Use your big girl words and TELL. ME. WHAT. YOU. WANT!” I clenched my teeth and growled in my best mommy voice. C quieted down and asked for more chopsticks. Apparently my mommy voice is quite effective.
I took a deep breath. “Ask daddy nicely and he’ll get them for you.” I responded. My words almost echoed and I looked up in surprise. The entire restaurant had quieted down, silenced by my mommy voice.
Now I know my secret power. Don’t mess with me or I’ll have to use the voice. Ha!