The Waiter

Tonight we went out to eat. Kimmie was determined to hug the young man who was our waiter. Every time he came to our table she would look up at him and hold her arms out. Dad would try to distract her and redirect her.

One time she was smiling at the waiter and I asked her if she was flirting. The waiter laughed and said, "that's ok" as he went about his work.

We managed to keep Kimmie off him until we were leaving. As we were leaving the waiter came past us to speak to us as we left. Kimmie's arms went up and he got his hug. Another waiter went past about that time and paused to say he must have done a good job. Our waiter laughed and commented that his customers love him. It was cute and sweet and funny.

Kimmie's sister was laughing as we finally made our way out of the restaurant. She observed that every time we go out to eat Kimmie hugs the waiter or waitress. I pointed out that most people who work as waiters and waitresses are outgoing, people persons, which is good because they are not too bothered by a little girl hugging on them.

Another life Kimmie touched.

--Mom