Me: “Man, I just love old country diners like this. I mean, look at the staff zipping around and sharing tasks. This place runs like a well-oiled machine.”
Wonderful Wife: “Well, there’s definitely enough grease to oil a machine.”
Me: “Man, I just love old country diners like this. I mean, look at the staff zipping around and sharing tasks. This place runs like a well-oiled machine.”
Wonderful Wife: “Well, there’s definitely enough grease to oil a machine.”
Me: “OK, kids, we’re trying a new restaurant tonight.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I don’t like it.”
Me: “You don’t even know which restaurant yet.”
LMT: “I already know enough restaurants.”
Me: “Give it a chance. It’s an old school restaurant with solid comfort food. Look, here, we’re pulling up. Isn’t that a cool looking older building?”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “It would look a lot cooler if they had a Medieval Ballista mounted to the roof.”
Me: (long pause)
Me: “I can’t argue with that.”
(sits down at hotel restaurant)
Me: “Good news kids, today you get to experience the majestic grandeur of a hotel breakfast buffet.”
(still standing)
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Why are we eating HERE?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I don’t like it here.”
Me: “Give it a chance. It’s pretty awesome. I mean, they have lots of bacon.”
DM: “Meh.”
LMT: “I hate this place.”
Me: “You guys need to be more open to new experiences. You’ll discover cool new things.”
DM: “Can we go somewhere else?”
LMT: “I’ll just sit here and draw pictures. When you’re done, you can take me somewhere else.”
Me: “Oh, did I mention they have unlimited pancakes and…”
(two child-shaped dust clouds appear where children used to be)
Me: “… syrup.”