The (Un)Sophisticated Gentlemen

It's the time of year when we get too busy to do normal things like...cook supper. And cook supper. So, we eat out a lot. Most of the time we can actually make it through a meal without making threats or giving one of the boys a firm talking to. As long as the waitstaff has their act together our little monkeys can eat their fill and be gone without making a scene. But, take forever to get us water, crayons, or food, and you are asking for a demonstration of civil-disobedience. Tonight, we had a rockin' waiter who never left us wanting for anything. He got a very healthy tip for getting us out the door with full stomach's and good intentions. Nice work my man.

Oh, and Brady ordered and killed baby-back ribs and a salad. He's 3. Ribs and a salad? Ribs and a salad. I think he gets a kick out of being able to get entirely coated in sticky goo without getting in trouble. Whatever though, he put on an impressive display. I may have found my match in rib eating. Not yet though punk...not yet.