“Mom,” the dude asks, “Can I get the pancakes and the chicken strips?” “How about we order one dinner at a time,” I say. “I’ll get the chicken,” he says, after some serious thought.  “With French fries.” “Broccoli,” I counter. “Aww,” he grumbles.  I catch his frown in the rear view mirror. “Okay, okay,” Fries are fine,” I declare, reminding myself that this is our “fun night out.” There were many animated discussions going on at once about what they would order, the excitement mounting as the car neared our destination. I am not a huge fan of … Continue reading →