Tonight, we went to Texas Roadhouse to celebrate my week of full-time work. I know it's only Thursday and I have another full day before it's officially a complete week, but Fridays are too busy for us to take the whole gang out for dinner, and besides that, Matt and I are going to the Brewer game tomorrow night.
About halfway through our meal, Luke reminded me of a very funny thing that happened the last time we ate at Texas Roadhouse. I like to have the sweet potato - loaded. That means it's covered in caramel sauce and then topped with marshmallows that are all toasty brown. Luke took a long look at it and said, "Mom, are you eating a pile of poop?" My response, "Yes, Luke. I pay a lot of money to have poop for dinner. Would you like to have a bite?" He just cracks me up. However, in all fairness, I do have to say that the loaded sweet potato in the dim light of the restaurant does taste much better than it looks.
Another fun part of this place - the dancing. Luke has decided that dancing is his calling, and he typically joins right in the line dancing with the waitstaff. In fact, the kid has some pretty good moves. He certainly did not get this from his mother or father; it's his very own gift. Now, he has been asking if he could please take dance lessons at Texas Roadhouse. Tonight, one of the hostesses (named Erica) taught him a couple of moves to practice before his next visit.
And, Erica's favorite part of the night - she was able to get her own booster seat, and "there were no guys or ladies there. I got it by myself." Whatever makes her happy, I guess.
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