I am beginning to figure out that I can get nothing by our children anymore. We go out to eat with our neighbors every Friday night. Tonight was the Texas Road House. I would usually order ribs, but with my marathon on Sunday, I stuck with the salad. Anyhow, Sofia, as usual, has to go to the bathroom just as my food arrives. So, I took her to the bathroom. And, as usual, she takes FOREVER. After about 5 minutes, I tell her "Hurry up Sofia, my food is getting cold." She promptly replied, "Your salad is supposed to be cold."
There is not a comedian on the planet that makes me laugh like my kids.
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