Last night we took the family to dinner at a nearby restaurant that was new to us. The kids behaved. The food was good. And, oh my, the desserts were heavenly. A chocolate mousse torte and almond biscotti cake left both Scott and I saying "wow." We will definitely be going back for dessert at the very least.
So we gave each of the kids a little sliver of chocolate cake on their own plates. Apparently Conner scarfed his down -- I was too wrapped up in the euphoria of a rockin' dessert to notice, until . . . . he starts nudging my arm and in an almost panic tone says, "hey, hey--, hey, let's arm wrestle." What???!! I finally snap out of it and ask him. What do you want to arm wrestle for?
Once he had cleaned his plate and noticed the quickly disappearing cake on my own, he decided it was time for quick, desperate measures. Scott and I laughed the rest of the night every time we thought about this exchange. And even as I'm typing I'm can barely hold it together. What makes this so funny and random is that we don't ever arm-wrestle or even talk about arm-wrestling. Maybe he woke up late one night and watched Over the Top on TBS. Who knows.
So as you can see this place gets a thumbs up from Scott, me, Anna (who ate more french fries than I thought could fit into a little almost-2 year old body), Payton (who also ate very well), and . . . . Conner.
(if you are local and want to know what place I'm talking about, e-mail me)