Redefining Take-out

When you are on vacation, there are several tell-tale signs that you have a baby.

The first one is when you are on the beach (before 10AM or after 4PM) and your IPOD plays Baby Einstein instead of the Zack Brown Band.

The second sign is when you actually care what is on the "early bird" menu. Yes, we look at it. And as much as I hate to admit it, we typically order from the menu. And it's all because we have to be home to feed TLM (The Little Man) by 7pm.

So, last night we decided to go out to a nice dinner at the Kingfisher Restaurant. We were very excited and I COULD NOT WAIT for the hush puppies. For some reason, I associate good hush puppies with the beach. Not sure why. But, they, just like everything else, always taste better when you are at the beach.

We ordered a bottle of wine and some HEAVENLY hush puppies. Then we started to peruse the menu. We selected our items and then almost as if on cue, Connor started to fuss. He was upset - and rightfully so - that we were eating the hush puppies that he had been hearing about all day long. I tried to explain to him that if he quieted down then he would get some processed hush puppies later on in the evening. He didn't quite understand.

I asked the waitress if we could please get our meals to go.

As Stephen would have said, "There is NOTHING like a good, romantic meal. And THIS was nothing like a good, romantic meal."

And yes, we took the wine glasses. And the wine. It made the two mile drive home less stressful.