Thursday, July 10, 2008

Hooter's Please

Granny flew to Denver to help with the boys while one is in a cast. Last night she decided a treat was in order, so she offered to take us to dinner. Justin, with the broken arm, was given his choice of restaurant, and after thinking for a second, he said, "Hooter's!"

Granny laughed.

I was thinking two things.

First, that's a pretty smart move because a shoulder length cast on a 5 year old in Hooter's is like fly paper to flies in a landfill. He wouldn't have room to eat with all the sympathy he'd be getting from the Hooter's girls.

Second, I think I've taken them to Hooter's a few too many times. Not every meal request is a time for Hooter's. I mean, boys, how many grandmas have you seen in Hooter's the one or two times we've gone?

2 comments:

a.maria said...

that is fantastic. your boy's no dummy, he was gunna play that broken arm thing for all its worth! ;)

RBR said...

Yeah, did Granny buy that when your son ordered without looking at the menu?

Little boy in a cast at Hooter's is like taking a puppy to the beach. The classics never get old! ;)