A night on the town.

Many times when Friday or Saturday rolls around, DH and the boys take me out on a date. This time we called each of the boys to our room separate and had them give us ideas as to where they thought they should take me on our date. After an extensive list and much campaigning we ended up having dinner at Whataburger (thank you Bubba for that, we have found memories of WB because that is the last stop before we get to our beach accomodations for summer vacation), and then after dinner we headed over to Krispy Kreme for dessert (thank you Snookie, who knew a free doughnut and standing in front of a window watching a rolly table with fresh doughnets being made could be so much fun on a Friday night).

But it was the after dinner/dessert show that really made the whole evening worth while. On the way home the boys took turns telling stories... one in particular was told over and over with slight changes in accent and voice inflection - The Billy Goats Gruff. Seriously we have to get this stuff on film before they get one ounce bigger! And before the night was over, Bobcat annouced he would tell it one last time, but everyone needed to listen VERY CLOSELY because there would be questions at the end... what??? This kid is hysterical...