Are Those Eyes Following Me?

Thursday night we decided to go out to dinner. It was hot and I was NOT cooking and heating up the house. We wanted to go someplace a little different than our usual T.G.I. Fridays, Ruby Tuesdays, and Applebees type restaurants.

There is a place Mr. Schmitty and I had gone to a few times in the pre-kid years. It's only 20 minutes from our house. I took a look at their online menu to make sure there were child-friendly dishes on it. Great there was!

I was a tad disappointed though, we missed Harley Davidson night which was LAST Thursday. The kids would have LOVED seeing that. After dinner we were lucky enough to see three men roll into the parking lot with their Harleys. They were gorgeous hogs (the motorcycles, definitely NOT the riders). I told the boys to get a good long look because that's as close to a motorcycle as they will ever get. They may be gorgeous pieces of machinery, but unless there is an indestructible bubble around it and one of my guys, ain't no way any of them will ride one! Not as long as I'm alive and kicking. And I told them even if they got one after I kicked the bucket I would come back and haunt them.

So, back to dinner. It's a hopping place, I tell you. Thank goodness it's quite a large building with plenty of seating so we didn't have a wait. It's called The Cabin, which of course you probably have already guessed means it has a log cabin feel. Inside, the walls are adorned with fishing and hunting props. It also is has many taxidermy animal trophy mounts. Yes, I looked that term up. There were huge fish, deer, and even a wolf. It was a little creepy for me, I felt like they were watching me eat every bite of my steak. I was wishing at that point that I had ordered the pasta. The kids on the other hand loved looking at everything.

Right above where we were sitting was a HUGE Catfish. W. asked what fish that big ate. A slight smile spread across the faces of Mr. Schmitty and myself. Another perfect opportunity to mess with their minds.

Mr. Schmitty: "Well, what do you think they eat?"

T.: "Other fishies!"

Me: "Nope."

A puzzled look spread across the boys faces. R. was staring up at the fish and you could actually see the wheels turning in her head.

W.: "What do they eat, really?"

Mr. Schmitty: "Cats, of course."

Me: "Yes, hence the name, Caaatfish."

They looked half horrified and at the same time we saw little smirks forming on their lips because they aren't quite sure if we are messing with them again.

I looked at Mr. Schmitty, "Wait until they see the Kidfish!"

W.: "Where?!"

The three kids start looking all around at the walls.

Me: "Oh no, they have that one alive in a tank. I'll show you when we leave."

T.: "COOL!"

Me: "You just better make sure you eat EVERYTHING on your plates. I'm just saying."

I give them all a nervous look and continue eating my steak.

Muhhhahaaaaa!