August 1, 2005 - Monday
The boys and I went over to grandma and grandpa's house this afternoon and their mother met us there on her way home from work. Since it would be about dinner time when she got there, we figured we'd take the boys to a restaurant on the way home and that's what I told the boys in the car as we left for home. Actually, that's not quite true. I led them a little, but it was they who, at the mere hint of dinner, asked if we could go out. That's no surprise.
"I want to go to McDonalds," Jeremy offered.
"There's no McDonalds on the way home, Jeremy," I answered.
Harry spoke up. "What about the place with the horseshoe? We haven't been there in a while." He was right. It had probably been at least nine months.
It's the place where their mother and I had talked about going, too, but I let Harry take the credit: "yeah, maybe that's a good idea, Harry."
"Yay!" he said, and then he surprised me a little, "they have the best ice cream sandwiches!"

I hadn't remembered that. Nor is it like we've frequented the place - a couple of times over the last two and a half years - enough for him to know it that well. But apparently, he remembers what's important.


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