Ben, the Two of Us Need Look No More

Last night (and I use the word "night" loosely) the whole Duncan fam got dressed up and went out for dinner. As it turns out, Alicia's (my favorite Katy restaurant) is pretty empty at 445 on a Wednesday afternoon evening. Go figure.

This turned out to be a brilliant move on our part as the kids were not yet so tired as to be melting down and no other customers (as we were basically it) were bothered by Nils' insistent yelling and squawking about the fact that he does not yet get to eat fajitas. Carolena stayed in her chair the whole time, ate an entire taco kid's meal, and was an absolute doll. Nils ran through chips, rice, beans, and a thing of baby food.

I had one, one, margarita. It was happy hour so I assumed it would be weak.

Let's just say Chris drove us when we left the restaurant. We went to the pet store (free fun for all) where Carolena and I wandered into the small mammals section. Chris and Nils found us there engrossed in conversation with two blue haired teenage girls, one of whom had a pet with her. Most people go into pet stores with dogs. This girl had a rat on her shoulder. A rat. We chatted for a while. I let Carolena pet the rat.

So, wow.
Yeah.

All I can guess is that the waiter took one look at this young mom with a husband and two kids in tow, a young mom who had her family dressed up to go out to a casual restaurant for dinner in the afternoon, and assessed the situation correctly: "Mom at table four ordered a happy hour margarita. Let's do her a solid and make it a triple."