He call me "O"

We took the boys to Pizzahut on Friday or Saturday night (not sure which one) and they had these little paper placemats on the table with an advertisement for a new Cranium game. Wesley was sitting and pointing out letters (and actually getting some right) and he pointed to the o.

"What this mom?"

"It's an O!" Zach yells excitedly

"Mmmmmmmmoooooooooooommmmmmmmm. h-hh-hheee calll meee a O!" wails the Wesley

"No Wes, I call the letter a O" Zach says, obviously annoyed.

"NO LETTER! It's a number! and he call me O!" Wesley rants.

Yeah... Wesley thought Zach was calling him names and burst in to tears over it. Wesley also refused to eat any pizza, not that I blame him because it was pretty disgusting.

Zach was so busy wiggling on and off his seat that he eventually slipped an knocked his head against the table. I don't know if he was crying from being hurt or from being embarrassed because it was loud enough that everyone looked at us.

We won't be going back to Pizza Hut any time soon