Not everyone loves bacon

Tonight I had grand plans to take the family out to dinner at IHOP. Today is "National Pancake Day" and therefore IHOP was offering a plate of three pancakes to each customer for free. OK, so fast-forward...we went to TWO different IHOPs only to find them completely packed and even overflowing with people into the parking lot waiting for some FREE pancakes.

*sigh* Never fear, I had a back-up plan...Cracker Barrell. Chad is not a huge fan of "Breakfast for Dinner" but Lauren and I could eat breakfast for ALL meals. My mind and tummy were all set for breakfast, so Cracker Barrell was a good plan.

Lauren and I each ordered pancakes. Lauren also got a side order of bacon. Anyone who has spent ANY time with Lauren knows that this kid would give up a lot in her life before she'd EVER consider giving up bacon. She's a lot like those dogs in the commercial for "Beggin' Strips"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CErapf79rqM

Tonight at supper, the waiter came to the table and asked if he could take Lauren's bacon plate. We all looked at him like he was insane. Couldn't he SEE it still had 3/4 of the slice left??? Chad said, "We would NEVER take bacon away from this kid."

After the waiter left, we were talking to Lauren about bacon and about how much she LOVES bacon.

She sat and gnawed on her bacon slice for a bit and then...

L: Dad? Not everyone likes bacon.

C: Yeah...

L: That's kinda sad isn't it?

Out of the mouth of our babe. Yes Lauren, believe it or not, not everyone loves bacon. And yes, that is kinda sad.

Boys are all the same...

I say to my friends and to myself all the time how THANKFUL I am that I have a little girl. I hear stories (some horrific, some hilarious) about the antics my friends' sons are up to. Whew! Everytime I hear a story I think, "HOLY COW! MY CHILD WOULDN'T DREAM OF DOING THAT!"

And then...

...I got a little boy dog. His name is Finnegan.

Finnegan may be a dog. But he is A BOY. He's clumsy and spontaneous. He chews on metal and brick. He chases birds relentlessly and honestly believes he's going to catch one if he just runs a little faster next time. He jumps fearlessly from one of piece of furniture to another. Sometimes he makes it, lots of times he doesn't. He falls down between couch cushions, he falls off tables. He's CONSTANTLY knocking stuff over with his POUNCING nature.



I hear stories all the time about my friends' sons that are climbers. Thankfully Lauren was NEVER a climber, so it was never an issue. Again, I think, "WOW, Lauren would NEVER do that..."



But now...I've got my own boy. And canine or human, boys are all the same.

And yes, that's my dining room table.