Fancy Pants

Fancy dinners are nice. They're really nice. They taste good. They look good. They feel good... usually.

I have a tendency to over eat at almost every meal. I feel patriotic when I do this. I feel like this is the way that I can contribute to the economy even if I'm eating leftovers at home. I like food that tastes good in my mouth. I bet you do to.

I also like refreshing beverages of all kinds. They taste good.

And dessert.

And coffee drinks.

My wife was taken out to such a dinner by my three year old son. They went to a fancy restaurant. If you'd like to get technical this was his first date. My wife said to him, "you know some day you're going to take a lady out to a fancy dinner like this."

Without pausing and completely straight faced he ended the sentence saying, "and then she'll take off her pants."

I'm not sure what to make of this. I know several things about my son. He does not watch soap operas. He doesn't read the papers. He mastery over the internet is in its infancy. He enjoys simple things. I don't know why he said this. I don't know how his mind works.

I do know that I'll never think about another fancy dinner the same way.