Can't Take Him Anywhere!

Carter had his guitar lesson this morning. We ate breakfast at Broadstreet beforehand. It was just him and me, so we got a little one on one time and had a blast. We ordered and picked out a table. He sat with his chocolate milk while I fixed iced water and coffee. I could hear his voice chattering away and wondered who he was talking to. I got back around to where the straws and napkins are (our table was right there as well) and he hopped up and said, "Mom, did you know that they're changing their menu?" I said, "I did son, and it means more and better food!" He apparently had been reading the flat-screen announcement monitor out loud to himself as I fixed drinks.

I thought that was the end of the discussion, but right after I sat down, a man came out from behind the counter and introduced himself to Carter. He asked his age and was quite impressed with his reading. I, on the other hand, was cringing a bit because I am so used to Carter's precociousness and how it attracts attention. The man said he was in charge of the facebook and Twitter accounts for Broadstreet and could he post something about did they know Broastreet was changing their menu, because seven-year-old Carter did!

I love that boy and am kidding when I say I can't take him anywhere. I get really tickled with how people react to him, but sometimes I think it might be nice to go out in public and not be noticed... I guess some day when he moves out, that might happen. :)

Carter on his 7th birthday.