I found myself alone with my boys the other night and dinner was not to be found at home so we decided to venture out.
Where did we end up going? Smashburger.
We hopped in the van and drove a couple of miles up the road and pulled into a spot near the front of the place.
My sons jumped out and ran inside quickly, screaming like a couple of maniacs.
After the screaming ceased and things got settled down I looked up at the menu board and mentally noted what I was going to order and my sons did the same.
Or at least were told to do the same.
As we approached the register, I gave the woman behind the register my order and then my boys proceeded to give their orders.
Of course, the task took about four times longer than if an adult had made the same order, but at least they did it on their own, which is progress.
