Tonight, I took the kids to BJ’s Brewery in Natomas. Last time I was there, it was during a visit from the Red Hog, when he insisted on asking the waitress for an ashtray (me cringing, but expecting it as I’d been through it many times already during the visit to California and my sister fumbling, trying to cover for him with the waitress and struggling to somehow distance herself from his faux pas, not knowing he was kidding). Red Hog, of course, reveled in his mischief-making. He has not changed a bit since he was 10.
Anyway, the kids were excited. They typically pick the place we go; giving them a little feeling of controlling their destiny. And, I’m freed from kitchen drudgery. Okay, I’m free of that most nights as I’ve come up with some pretty freakin’ innovative ways to avoid cooking.
We played 20 Questions while we waited. None of them were too difficult—I used “cell phone” and “elephant,” oh, and “my blog.” J-Man tried out “Super Team” (his fictional characters in a serial he writes), “Daisy” (his dog), and “Nintendo Wii” (because it’s the only thing on his mind these days).
When Em’s turn came, she tried out “underwear” and “Nick” (the boy she likes at school—I’m just praying the underwear thing doesn’t have anything to do with the Nick thing). Then, stealthier than a Romulan Bird of Prey, she snuck up on us (remember, this is the kid who has all the Sponge Bob episodes memorized), and zapped us both with, “Declaration of Independence.”
Right on Em, right on.
My money's riding on this dark horse, baby. My heart is sayin' it's the lucky on and its true color's gonna shine through someday If we let this let this dark horse run. ~ Amanda Marshall
Published on: Dec 9, 2006
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