Picture this: the five of us out for dinner one recent Saturday night. [It would have to have been a Saturday night because Pete has been working in Phoenix for something like
a gazillion a boatload of far too many eight weeks running now, leaving at 5:30 a.m. Mondays and returning at 7 p.m. Fridays.]
Unusual only in that the kids are behaving themselves. And when I say "kids," I am of course referring to demonic Youngest. Everything is fine with his world at the moment, so he torments no one. In fact, he begins to amuse us all. And once I make the mistake of saying it looks like it's a hat drinking that soda, that is pretty much all we see for the rest of the meal.
Which really isn't so bad.