If it involves margaritas and chickens count me in shirt
. I smiled back and said, “(x) would you like to return to the carpet and rejoin your friends for circle time?” The child shook his head and held onto his mom’s hand. She walked over to the carpet and sat with him so he would stay, but he wanted to be in her lap. Of course, his friends wanted to sit close to him and her and got distracted again. He thought he was going to play the badass by saying, “Who in the fuck are you going to get to get me out of here? Who? You just go ahead and call ’em! Who are you going to call that’s going to make me leave? Go ahead and call ‘em!” “Who the hell are you?”, one of the soldiers asked. After I frantically explained my situation, they had a “vote” on whether to let me stay. (Today, I realize they were just messing with me). They voted in my favor. I was relieved. “Now I guess you want a helmet and a flak jacket?“ one of them said. “Yeah,”, I said frantically, “How come you guys are playing cards with all that’s going on?
