"Guys, we're going out to dinner tonight to a very fancy place."
"Where are we going to eat?" Ryan asked.
"Costco," I answered.
"Yes!" cheered Wesley. "I love to eat there! But Mom, I think you might be a little confused. Costco isn't really that fancy."
"It's called sarcasm, child. Learn to speak it."
And really, it wasn't a bad family date night at all.
| Ryan chose a piece of pizza bigger than his head |
| I call this picture "The Angry Bulldog," better known as the face Wesley makes after I take a piece of pepperoni from his pizza. I'm lucky I didn't lose a finger. |
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