Conversations

The other night we were eating dinner at a local restaurant that sits above an auto shop.  I know that sounds pretty ridiculous, but my theory on it is that a few guys wanted to be able to just work on their race cars, motorcycles, random vehicles without their wives nagging them about how expensive that little hobby was. SO, these said fellas opened their little auto shop and put a restaurant  above it so they could make a little money. Plus have a place to eat lunch.

It's pretty sweet, one entire wall is just glass overlooking the shop and you can see what they are working on.

Anyway.

We ate there the other night.

Monkey LOVES to just smash his face on the glass (sorry to whomever has to clean that...) and look at the vehicles down below.

We were seated pretty close to the window and the restaurant was pretty empty, so when Monkey asked if he could go over and look at the vehicles, I said "yes".

Then, Mini P says "can I go over there too".

"Sure" I said.

"well, I don't really want to" she says and continues on with her coloring.

Lovely. Not sure why she asked. But that gives you a glimpse into one of many conversations we have at this house :).

Cheers!