{"id":33251,"date":"2008-04-23T13:16:04","date_gmt":"2008-04-23T13:16:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2008\/04\/23\/cookie-dance\/"},"modified":"2008-04-23T13:16:04","modified_gmt":"2008-04-23T13:16:04","slug":"cookie-dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2008\/04\/23\/cookie-dance\/","title":{"rendered":"Cookie Dance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Do you remember Fuddruckers? It&#8217;s a chain of hamburger restaurants that was really big for a while. Their claim to fame was their focus on making good burgers with fresh toppings. They did a great job and really boomed for a while.<\/p>\n<p>Then&nbsp;their quality control diminished and the chain all but disappeared.<\/p>\n<p>A month or two ago, we went down to Monkey Joe&#8217;s for a morning of bouncing around. Afterwards, we went to the only Fuddrucker&#8217;s left in Central Florida (which happens to be in the same mall as Monkey Joe&#8217;s). The burgers were pretty good, but the ambience was the real draw. It&#8217;s filled with lights and mirrors, and many of the tables are so tall that even adults have to hop up to get into the chairs.<\/p>\n<p>The kids loved sitting in the chairs, but the food took too long to arrive. Ten minutes of waiting for a hamburger is hard to endure, even for adults. The boys behaved great, though, keeping their wiggles to a minimum.&nbsp;When we were just about done, J asked the waiter if he could bring a couple of cookies back &#8211; a reward for the boys behaving so well. She was pretty smooth. Neither of the boys heard the word &#8220;cookie.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>By the time the waiter returned, however, the boys were past their limit. The three-year old was making silly noises and falling out of his chair, counting on me to catch him. His older brother was more direct. He had started an outright&nbsp;rebellion, sliding off his chair altogether.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Quick!&#8221; His momma said. &#8220;Get back in your seat!&nbsp;You don&#8217;t want to miss dessert!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>C looked around and&nbsp;panicked. The waiter stood right next to him, holding an oversized cookie in each hand. C&#8217;s chair, however, was taller than he was. I saw the little guy&#8217;s dilemma. How could he get back into his chair before the waiter reached the table?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He wasn&#8217;t leaving the table,&#8221; I said. &#8220;He was just getting ready to do the cookie dance.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A smile popped on to the little guy&#8217;s face. He threw his hands into the air and shouted&nbsp;&#8221;Yeah!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>He twirled around and started shaking his hips and stomping. His brother and I pounded on the table, trying to give him a cha-cha beat. &#8220;Cookie-cookie, Cookie!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The waiter stopped where he was, more than a little confused.<\/p>\n<p>His momma smiled. &#8220;Oohhh, the COOKIE dance. Of course, I didn&#8217;t realize.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Our youngest slid out of his chair to join the dance.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Cookie-cookie, COOKIE!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You can&#8217;t miss out on a good cookie dance,&#8221; I agreed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah!&#8221; the boys shouted..<\/p>\n<p>That last &#8220;yeah!&#8221; did the trick. Holding the cookies over his head and laughing, the waiter cha-cha&#8217;d past the dancing boys and placed the cookies on the table.&nbsp;My wife and I applauded and he danced away.<\/p>\n<p>You just can&#8217;t resist a good cookie dance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Do you remember Fuddruckers? It&#8217;s a chain of hamburger restaurants that was really big for a while. Their claim to fame was their focus on making good burgers with fresh toppings. They did a great job and really boomed for a while. Then&nbsp;their quality control diminished and the chain all but disappeared. 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