Hotdog????!!!!???

        Lyndsey is back home and she has made it her mission to ”whoop” us in shape. She is showing Dake how he can be more independent in little ways. She told him when he is at a restaurant to have the kitchen cut up his food so we do not have too. She told him it makes him more independent and he does not have to rely on anyone to stop eating to help him. 

Yesterday we went to a local Mexican restaurant and Dake requested a smaller glass so it will be easier for him to drink. The drinks came out and he has an ex large glass like the rest of us.  I suggested he ask for a “to go” cup.  So he gets his “to go” cup and feels good about it. Lyndsey reminds him to ask the waitress to have his chimichanga cut into bite size pieces. So he did. The waitress brings Dake’s his food and it’s a child’s hotdog.  The look on Dake’s face still makes me laugh today. We are all trying to remain calm and nonchalant  but in reality we were about to blow milk out our noses. Lyndsey comes to his rescue and speaks a little Spanish to her and she finally comprehends.  She then returns the correct order and cut up into bite size pieces.

                               David now calls Dake, “Hotdog”.