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We went to the roadhouse around the corner the night we got back from vacation. The only way to get seated was to take 2 tall two-tops. The kids are comfortable enough at that place and know how to behave in restaurants, so we let them have their own table and Bob and I had a chance to talk to each other at dinner. Nice!
In fact, they were so well-behaved that Bob joked to me, "Hell, next time let's just give 'em a credit card and send 'em over here."
I look at this picture and I think: It's going to seem like no time has passed when we see them sitting here drinking from pint glasses instead of plastic juice cups. It will be amazing. I hope they get along well enough in 15 years to have a beer together.