We're hanging out with Diggity this weekend in Chicago. I love this city. However, it's ridiculously cold here right now. Since out dear child refuses to wear gloves and rips off hats and will barely let us put the hood of his coat on, we need to find indoor activities.
Our first full day here was Friday. G-Man had a rough night in the hotel port-a-crib. We made plans to go to the Field Museum and by the time we got in the car and were on our way there, he fell asleep. So, we drove down the "Magnificent Mile" and drove around the museum campus where I took these pictures of the Chicago skyline.
We went to run an errand, and G-Man woke up. So we headed back to the museum and he was asleep again.
So, we gave up on the museum for the day and went to get pizza. Deep dish, that is. Chicago style. We went to a really great place called Gino's East. It was loud, fun and had great food. And this was the setting of probably my favorite G-Man story to date.
Deep dish pizza takes about an hour to bake, so we were in the restaurant for a while. The men at the table next to us finished their lunch and got up and left. The table was vacant for a while and then a new family came in to take the table. The mom was wearing something like this:
G-Man was eating snacks and playing with the sugar. Then he looks up and...
Diggity and I look at him, trying to figure out why he is suddenly roaring. Roaring very loudly and very intently. Then, I realize he's staring at the woman in the coat. He's roaring at the woman in the coat. Having never seen a fur coat before, he thinks this woman is a bear. Or a lion. On one hand, I'm pretty proud of him for making the cognitive transfer - I thought it was pretty cool he could see something he had never seen before and categorize it and make that sound (I'm a geeky schoolteacher. Sorry.) On the other hand, he's now roared 7 or 8 times and the woman is noticing and I'm getting the sense that she is a little offended and how do you tell a stranger that your son is roaring at her because he thinks she is a bear...so I just laughed.
I guess you kind of had to be there, but take my word for it, it was hilarious.