who knew little boys...
Case in point: Last Thursday night my in-laws took us to dinner. Lynn was totally jonesing for Benihana. His parents, who had just driven five hours to get to our house and were going to be on an international flight the following day, did not want to drive 40+ minutes south during rush hour traffic in DFW for Benihana. Lynn's compromise was to drive 25 minutes south to Jinbeh, another Japanese steak house...it was a crap shoot (we've never tried the place before) that worked out pretty well. The food was good, the "show" was fun, etc.
HOWEVER, about midway through our meal, our precious little monster, Logan, LOUDLY proclaimed, "I hate this place! Let's go to the REAL Benihana." Lynn, Aunt Misty and I found this to be HILARIOUS. The grandparents, not so much, they sort of nervously chuckled. Perhaps the truthful rantings of a three year old are enough to set off the spatula and fork weilding chef? Could be, but I've never actually witnessed it happen. I can say that with some degree of expertise given the gozillion points we've accrued on our Benihana frequent flyer card recently.
In any event, sheesh...little boys are fun to have around.





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