We took the kids to Chilis the other day. Eating out is a DRAG when you are an adult with food allergies (I actually cried one day at the diner when the waiter brought my carefully ordered gluten free meal with toast lying on it and I had to send it back) but if you are a kid and your choices are pretty restricted then it REALLY SUCKS. I get that.
One thing I can order at Chilis are the lettuce wraps. The sauces bother me, but if I totally minimize them I am okay. When we opened our menus Evan shot me a nasty "I am more than on my way to being a teenager and everything that makes me unhappy is your fault" look. Trying not to let his testosterone rush bother me, I cheerfully recommended the lettuce wraps to him. He lowered the menu, visibly suppressed a snarl, took a deep breath feigning some kind of parental patience and said "Well, you're...... (pause for special kind of intelligent looking facial expression)...... (breathe in) okay......(pause to look like a deep thinker).....I'm going to point out both our gender difference and our age difference here...."
He ordered a steak.
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