We drove by this little delight over the weekend. Immediately Griffin starts with “I really want to go there, when can we go?”
I would do almost anything for my kid but this? This fresh weirdness is not one of them.
Why in the name of all that is holy would I pay a ga-zillion dollars to eat with my hands and risk a horse or flying falcon doing their business near (or on) me as I gnaw on a turkey leg?
I love animals, but no, just no!
If I’m going to turn back time, I’m going to go back to the 1920’s. There I can wear a sparkly flapper dress, rock a bob, and drink some Hooch. Sure, there’s the risk of getting consumption. But I’m dancing the night away and playing my ukulele, so who cares?
I think my boys know where to go on their next guys night out.
I will however be in my flapper dress drinking champagne out of my shoe.
*This piece does not reflect the views of Tom and Griffin Dean, only of one flapper named Missy.