So. Since I often work long hours on Saturdays, Tim and Finn are sometimes on their own for extended periods. Once in a while they meet up with some of Tim’s friends who also have kids. Three grown men and their offspring. What better place to grab lunch than the infamousHooters, right?
So the other day I was driving and Finn told me he wanted to go to Bruegger’s.
Me: “Oh, what kind of bagel do you want at Bruegger’s?”
Finn: “No, not the bagel place. The Bruegger’s with the balloons.”
Me to myself “What is he talking about? Balloons? OH, wait a minute…”
Me: “Finn, do you mean Hooters?”
Finn: “Hooters. Ya, Hooters. Is that the place where the ladies wear little orange underpants?
Me: “Um, ya. Those are their shorts.”