Last week, I picked Brad up from the train, and then he and the boys dropped me off at a restaurant, where I was meeting the moms from our street for drinks. The boys really wanted to come with me, so I told them that the restaurant only served green beans.
They decided they didn't actually want to come.
Last night, on our way to pick Brad up, we passed the restaurant.
"I wanna go there," Zip said. "I wanna go to that restaurant."
"It's not a kids restaurant honey."
"What?! Why?" He gasped, offended.
"They don't really serve kids food."
"What you mean they don't serve kids food?"
He was very put off.
"Zip, that restaurant just serves Green-Beans!" Confirmed Tizzy.
"I wanna go there."
"Zip, you wouldn't like it. They just serve vegetables and wine," I added. "Do you like vegetables and wine?"
A-heh-hua-ha!!! Blech-ugh-gah!" Tizzy gagged from the back seat.
"I Do," said Zip.
"OK, then you can go there when you grow up."