Dinner at 9:30. In public.

We discovered a great Irish Pub in Pensacola for dinner on the night of the 27th. It had dollar bills hanging down covering the entire ceiling and stapled to the walls. Each bill had a signature from the "donor" and on the wall was a news article about a kid who was charged with stealing when another store recognized the signed money with which he was trying to pay. I want to thank the pub for placing us near that info as this story served as the perfect answer to "why can't I take just one?" because unless its in print and framed, the same answer just doesn't hold up.

The other highlight of the evening was the circular green mint that each child got at the end of dinner. They quickly licked it a teeny bit and stuck it to the palm of their hand. Each one then began talking over each other as if down in the "pit" at the NYSE.

"Mom! IronMan wants you to be quiet at dinner," my eldest would say but was not given enough time to demonstrate with his palmed mint because someone else jumped in with,

"Mom, pretend you are bad and IronMan--"

Not  giving up the fight it continued...

"Mom, IronMan wants you to be quiet at dinner--"
"Mom, pretend you are bad and IronMan---"
"Mom, IronMan wants you to be quiet at dinner---"
"Mom. Mom, pretend you are bad and IronMan--"
"Mom! IronMan wants you to be quiet at dinner--"
"Mom," (voiced our middle child) I don't really like the--"
"Mom, IronMan wants you to be quiet at dinner--"
"Mom, I don't really like the --"
"Mom---"

"OH MY GAAAWD. YOU GUYS ARE INSANE." I shouted in intense whisper mode. And not one of you is saying 'Dad.' He's sitting RIGHT NEXT TO YOU."

They smiled and giggled a bit.

"Let's  get out of here," I suggested while scooting out of the booth.

And as we all scooted..."Mom, but imagine IronMan wants you to be quiet at dinner..."

Shoot me.