The other night, Sam and I went and got our hair cut by the beautiful and newly licensed, Leah. Matt waited at home for us and when we got home he took us to Red Robin. This isn't a restaurant review, though I do find Red Robin to be mediocre.
Sam ordered a corn dog and french fries. When his food came the french fries were nestled on a huge piece of lettuce. Purely for decorative purposes. Sam said, "Oh, look mom, I got a salad with my dinner. " He picked up the huge piece of lettuce and flapped it around like a flag and then proceeded to eat it. I asked him how his salad tasted and he said it was really good. He didn't seem to notice the lack of other veggies and dressing.
About 15 minutes later, after several minutes of quiet, thoughtful eating he said, "I think that in the past we are just getting here." Matt and I stared at him for a minute and then I said he was thinking deeply. Then he looked around like he was confused and said, "Where are we?" I said, "Don't you mean: When are we?" His eyes got really big.
As we were gearing up to leave, paying the check and stuff, Sam noticed that all that time Matt had been sitting under a big TV. He pointed at it and said, " If there is an Avalanche you and dad should run out that door because your supposed to get away from electronics in an avalanche." I asked him if he meant an earthquake and he said no... I don't know where he comes up with this stuff. Walking out to the car he called shotgun, which besides being really cheeky, kicking his mom to the back seat, I didn't get because he knows he can't sit in the front. He still sits in a car seat for crying out loud.
On the way home Matt asked him what we are doing in the past now and he informed us that we had just gotten our orders.
21 hours ago