Mortified Over Margaritas

I know crazy, but we stayed another weekend in Tupelo.  We decided that we would have a family outing for Mexican food and margaritas on Friday.

Clayton's dinner consisted of limes, fried chicken, french fries, and a bunch of staring.

 
 

 
Apparently the limes got to her head because the dinner went downhill from there.  We noticed that she started laughing and smiling at a little boy (probably 6 or 7).

 He was smiling back at her and making silly faces.  I glance over paying more attention this time and notice the boy has bleached blond hair (not natural--probably done with actual bleach).  His hair was buzzed on the sides and long on the top as in a mohawk that wasn't spiked.  Not my preference for my children but whatever.  Then the unthinkable......  

Clayton starts blowing him kisses!!!!!!  We are mortified!  His parents, although friendly aren't anyone I want to have as in-laws, tell him he must blow a kiss back to her.  Thankfully we were done with our meal and decided it was time to leave.


Needless to say, Clayton will not be finding her future husband in these parts.  (She did receive a lecture that it is inappropriate to blow kisses to just anyone.  Hopefully she absorbed some of that advice.)