The Great Sushi Caper: A Mom & Son Date Night to Remember

There are moments in motherhood that make you stop, reflect, and think, Wow, I am absolutely crushing this parenting thing. And then there are moments like tonight, when I took Blake to a revolving sushi restaurant, and I realized I have raised a tiny, sushi-obsessed comedian who might actually have been switched at birth with a stand-up comic. 🤦‍♀️😂

Let’s set the scene: a sleek, modern sushi spot where plates of colorful sushi glide past on a conveyor belt like a delicious, edible fashion show. But the real star of the night? The futuristic, AI-driven kitty robot that delivered... sauces.

Yes, you read that correctly—KITTY. ROBOT. SAUCE. DELIVERY.

Because nothing says authentic Japanese dining experience like a high-tech feline on wheels dropping off your soy sauce with a side of sass. 🐱🤖

Blake took one look at the mechanical masterpiece rolling toward us and immediately formed an emotional bond. “Mom, I need one,” he whispered reverently. “Like… in our house.”

Because sure, I can barely keep the Roomba from eating the curtains, but let’s add a four-foot-tall animatronic cat butler to the mix. That seems wise. 🙃

I convinced him we could visit the kitty robots at the restaurant, which seemed to satisfy him, and we got down to business. Blake, a seven-year-old with the appetite of a grown linebacker, started yanking plates off the conveyor belt like he was on a game show where the prize was a lifetime supply of carbs. 🍣🎰

“What is that?” I asked, pointing to a particularly creative roll covered in what looked like an entire salad bar.

“I dunno, but I’m gonna eat it,” Blake shrugged.

Brave. Bold. Questionable. I respect it. 🤷‍♀️

Then came the tempura shrimp—hot, crispy, golden perfection. 🍤 It was love at first bite.

Blake took one, paused mid-chew, then dramatically closed his eyes and whispered, “This is the best day of my life.”

I feel like I should be offended because I birthed him, but fine. 🙃

Then, of course, the sushi. I love sushi. Blake tries to love sushi. But sushi doesn’t love Blake. Specifically, wasabi doesn’t love Blake.

Midway through a perfectly innocent-looking bite, he made The Face. If you’ve ever witnessed a child accidentally consume something spicy, you know The Face. It’s a mix of betrayal, panic, and the kind of wide-eyed horror usually reserved for cartoon characters dangling

off a cliff. 😳🔥

“WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS?!” he screeched, grabbing his water and chugging it like he’d just spent seven days in the desert. 💦

Because life, my sweet child, is about learning lessons. Some people get life lessons from books. Others get them from green fire masquerading as innocent sushi garnish. 🔥🍣

And finally, dessert: fried ice cream. 🍨✨ The waiter brought it out like it was a trophy of our gluttonous success. A golden, deep-fried orb of happiness. Blake, ever the gentleman, gave me first dibs, which lasted exactly two seconds before he decided sharing was not in the cards tonight.

“I’ll let you have the last bite,” he assured me, knowing full well the ‘last bite’ would be an ice cream-coated crumb the size of a Tic Tac. 🤦‍♀️

As we wrapped up, the kitty robot made its final approach, gracefully delivering soy sauce as if it were a Michelin-star experience. Blake turned to me with the utmost sincerity and said, “Mom, I need to come back here. And also, I need you to make fried ice cream at home.”

I love him dearly, but I don’t think he understands my cooking limitations. 😂

So, the night ended with full bellies, uncontrollable giggles, and an all-new appreciation for sushi conveyor belts and robotic cats. We walked out arm in arm, knowing that some nights are just magic. And other nights, you nearly die from wasabi, pledge your allegiance to a mechanical feline, and have to wrestle your child for the last bite of dessert.

Either way, I’d call that a success. 🎉

~ Mary

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