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Okay, I have to tell a story. First of all, to set this up, I suppose you need to know that Amy got a job today at the Comfort Inn as a front desk person, which is good news. That means money, flexible shifts that work around her classes, and discounted hotelrooms worldwide. Woot!
Okay, so to celebrate the new job, we went out to eat. We went down to the Red Robin in Canton, about 15 minutes away, where they have good burgers and endless fries. And we were eating near this little kid's birthday party, with balloons, grownups, more little kids, camcorders, and the whole nine yards. The guest of honor was tiny, like about three years old.
Well, we generally ignored this party until the entire staff (plus a guy wearing a chicken-like robin suit - the mascot) came out to sing happy birthday to the girl. After the birthday song was complete came our total shock. The staff and party attendees then broke into a rather confused rendition of a new song we'd never heard, called "Super Duper Pooper," to which the chicken-robin danced along.
We weren't sure what we were hearing at first, but then once understood what they were saying, we were a little surprised. We were amazed at the notion that poop/turds/crap/bombs/deuces/loaves/number-twos/dung/excrement/bowel-movement/fart-juice was being sung about by a restaurant staff in full hearing range of the customers and everyone else in the world.
From what we gathered by talking to our waitress and basically staring in awe at this party for the rest of our dinner, this wasn't the girl's birthday and the crew had sung that song out of habit. The parents had written a special song for the event, which was celebrating the girl's ability to crap in a toilet without fail. Yep, this was a potty training completion party. And that's not all. Once we started paying attention, we noticed that the balloons had "Super Duper Pooper" written on them, as did the cake and a small banner. Friends and family came to this party and gave the little girl gifts for her crapping ability. And yes, daddy was there to film the whole thing on video.
That child will be in therapy before age five. And she'll never bring her dates to the house, knowing that somewhere deep in a closet, her dad's got a tape of the event.
So, still somewhat stunned at the notion of throwing a party for potty training, we convinced our waitress to shanghai us a lyric sheet that the mother had passed out to the singing waitstaff. What a night to not have our camera! Video of that would have lighted up YouTube! We had to get it for a couple of reasons. For one, we needed proof to the world that this event had actually taken place, and that we were there to witness it. Secondly, we really wanted to know the words. So, here is the proof:
All we could do was stare in awe.
Well, we generally ignored this party until the entire staff (plus a guy wearing a chicken-like robin suit - the mascot) came out to sing happy birthday to the girl. After the birthday song was complete came our total shock. The staff and party attendees then broke into a rather confused rendition of a new song we'd never heard, called "Super Duper Pooper," to which the chicken-robin danced along.
We weren't sure what we were hearing at first, but then once understood what they were saying, we were a little surprised. We were amazed at the notion that poop/turds/crap/bombs/deuces/loaves/number-twos/dung/excrement/bowel-movement/fart-juice was being sung about by a restaurant staff in full hearing range of the customers and everyone else in the world.
From what we gathered by talking to our waitress and basically staring in awe at this party for the rest of our dinner, this wasn't the girl's birthday and the crew had sung that song out of habit. The parents had written a special song for the event, which was celebrating the girl's ability to crap in a toilet without fail. Yep, this was a potty training completion party. And that's not all. Once we started paying attention, we noticed that the balloons had "Super Duper Pooper" written on them, as did the cake and a small banner. Friends and family came to this party and gave the little girl gifts for her crapping ability. And yes, daddy was there to film the whole thing on video.
That child will be in therapy before age five. And she'll never bring her dates to the house, knowing that somewhere deep in a closet, her dad's got a tape of the event.
So, still somewhat stunned at the notion of throwing a party for potty training, we convinced our waitress to shanghai us a lyric sheet that the mother had passed out to the singing waitstaff. What a night to not have our camera! Video of that would have lighted up YouTube! We had to get it for a couple of reasons. For one, we needed proof to the world that this event had actually taken place, and that we were there to witness it. Secondly, we really wanted to know the words. So, here is the proof:
All we could do was stare in awe.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on August 8, 2006 09:40 PM | Permalink
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