Monday, we took the kids to the Hard Rock Cafe on the San Antonio Riverwalk. They were pretty miffed we were going there instead of McDonald's, but sometimes in life, we all have to do unpleasant things.
We saw Elvis' karate outfit and Johnny Cash's black duster jacket while eating food three times pricier than the fare found on Mickey D's menu. Luckily, the kid's meal includes a milk shake made with Dreyer's ice cream (for an extra $3), pretty much this establishments only saving grace in their eyes. Miraculously, Logan managed to finish his in record time without a single brain freeze. I helped myself to the dregs of Hannah's shake and had barely stolen my first taste when Logan insisted he wanted a share of his sister's left overs. Teasingly, I held the cup more firmly, turning slightly away from him, feigning I didn't want to share. Insulted, Logan complained, "Hey, I give you flowers Mommy!" reminding me of all the hand picked dandelions he has harvested for my personal enjoyment. Not able to dispute such a lucid argument, I laughingly handed over my ill gotten dessert, thus allowing justice to be served (and tantrum avoided).