I would have rather made him dinner. Surely I could have concocted something better than what he picked. But no, we live in an equal-equal kind of world, and that meant if Simon got taken out to dinner, we'd need to take Max out too.
So Max's dinner was technically our "Sunday Dinner." Even though Simon's shouldn't count, let's review to have something to compare Max's choice to.
Simon chose Outback Steakhouse for dinner. All three of us (Max was feeling cruddy and stayed with grandma) ended up ordering essentially the same meal. Steak and two sides. I also had a salad. All the food groups were represented.
We also had a greasy appetizer and shared a generously portioned sundae. But the point is that this was an actual Dinner.
|Two kinds of potato equal |
|Yeah, that's pretty accurate.|
Do you see any malevolence in this picture? No, he's pretty happy with himself. Basket of Fried. Milkshake - if Max were released into the wild this would be his natural diet.
So - that was Sunday #9. That and TWO BOXES OF KRISPY KREMES.
We're getting him a cardiac bypass for his 12th birthday.