Ummm, Excuse Me, Little Boy?

On Saturday night we attended a very lovely annual garden party, although this was our first year being invited to the "event of the year" for our area. We had to prep the kids, of course: This is an adult party, you need to be on your absolute best behavior or your little butt will be spending the night in the car. The appetizers came out including lots and lots of shrimp cocktail. W and M ate about 15 pieces each while A insisted, "I don't like fish." But guess who ate 5 salmon mousse puffs? Then the main service started with the caterers dishing out the food. A thought this was the coolest thing, that he could go stand in line and they'd give him anything he wanted to eat. After a few trips to the serving line I figured he'd gotten the hang of it, so when after a while he asked if he could go get some more food I just said, "Sure, go get whatever you like." Unfortunately I didn't realize that now dessert was being put out so the buffet was self serve. A few minutes later Eric came over to say, "I just found A in the buffet line." Yes, he had permission to go there. "Well, did you know he was standing there with 5 people in line behind him, digging with his hands through the pasta salad and picking out all the olives?" YIKES! Mortification and Embarrassment! Eric continued, "The lady behind him said, Oh, that's okay, I don't like olives anyway so thanks for picking them out for me."If there was ever a time when you want to disappear...I just hope the hosts didn't notice or there go our chances for a repeat invitation next year!