Out of the Mouths of Babes: Mommy, I Have a New Favorite
I spent the day pulling up sub-flooring in a New Orleans shot-gun house flooded in Hurricane Katrina. It was a long day. As I’m cleaning up for dinner, my cell phone rings. It’s Ryan. Patrick and the boys are at a conference in Baltimore.
“Mommy,” he says.
“Yes, Ryan?”
“I have a new favorite restaurant.”
“You do? What is it?” I ask.
“Hooters,” says the little voice on the other end of the line.
“Hooters?,” I repeat in disbelief.
“Yes, Mommy. They have gluten-free and dairy-free wings and french fries!”
Ah, the innocence of youth…