Mothers Day

Moms work so hard for us so next Saturday is Mothers day just for them. Although I think we have enough holidays (Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Halloween, the Fourth of July ect.) every year my entire mom’s side of the family gets together for brunch. Each year it’s a different restaurant from the Coney Island by the golf course, to the upscale Matter of Taste. After or before brunch my cousins, Kyle and Evan, my sister Holly and I run through the restaurant causing all kinds of chaos. One year we were eating at a golf course. We went out back to watch the rain fall over the green. We couldn’t stop there. So we dared each other to run out of the safe porch to get wet. Each time we went a little bit farther getting a little bit wetter. Finally we had made it across the green, completely drenched. Although our moms weren’t too happy with us, it was fun.
It is not only Mothers Day that my cousins and I create havoc. At a family get together (twenty people in all) we went to an Italian restaurant. This restaurant was unordinary because you must walk through the kitchen to get to your table. Once sitting the four of us were restless. We began bugging our parents about when the food will come. They finally told us to get up and walk around. So we went to the kitchen to watch the chefs cook. We were getting in all the waiters way so one waiter, Bill asked us if we wanted to be waiters and waitresses too. “Yes!” Four small voices boomed. He gave me, the oldest a pizza to carry, Kyle and Evan a salad to share, and the youngest, Holly a few plates. All night we went around like that. We even delivered a cake to a large table and got to sing happy birthday! It was my first and best job we ever had.
The next time we were at this same Italian restaurant we stood again in the kitchen waiting to be asked to be waiters again. Unfortunately no such offer arose, yet still we managed to anger at least someone. A man walked in the kitchen, and was forced to step around the four children lounging on the floor. “What is this place? Chuckie Cheese?” The man bellowed.
Evan was quick to answer, “Really, Chuckie Cheese? I thought this was Burger King!” The man gave Evan a nasty look but quickly exited the kitchen quick enough to not hear the sounds of our laughter.
I love my cousins and our families get together. I am really excited for this Saturday. I just hope this Mother’s Day will live up to its past, or maybe even exceed it.