If you just happen to be out running errands one day...
And it just happens to be lunchtime...
And you just happen to have your children in the van with you...
And one of those children just *happens* to be an almost 8 year old boy...
I do *not* recommend asking him where he'd like to go to grab a quick bite of lunch.
Because he might just HAPPEN to say...
"Hooters."
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3 comments:
Oh my, it starts young doesn't it ;o)
for the record:
My Wife LOVES Hooters!! (the restaurant)
Clearly he was just in the mood for wings!!! Isn't that why all guys like to go there!?!?
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