It's better if it's stolen.

We had a lovely family dinner last night at the Texas Roadhouse, which went very well, until we sat down in our booth. At that point, our children promptly turned into animals. It didn't help that Aaron had arrived first (on his scooter) and ordered the kids specialty drinks - a cherry limeade and a Strawberry Cowboy cooler? The man has been a dad for FOUR years. Has he learned nothing? Our kids usually get chocolate milk or lemonade at restaurants. These red drinks just made them nuts.

And did someone say nuts? Texas Roadhouse has peanuts at the tables instead of popcorn or chips, thank goodness. I'd much rather have my kids fill up on something with some nutritional content. But between the drinks and peanuts, the kids ate about two bites of their dee-licious steak & mini-burgers. One kids meal would have been plenty for both.

Poor Ben was so tired (we'd been at a park beforehand) he was laying his head on his arm:

And then he was so nice and actually posed for me!

During the course of the meal, Ben decided that he enjoyed Leah's peanuts much better than his own. Also, he was eating at about twice the speed of Leah (typical).

I predict this boy will be a master of manipulation - he already does a pretty good job with his mom - and even the sister being robbed wasn't too upset. The sign of a true genius.

ps - the outfit was a gift and has shorts of the same fabric. Be nice.