IHOP

Sometimes you have a hard day at work or preschool. And sometimes you deserve a reward. Maybe something along the lines of a pedicure or a bowl of ice cream after dinner. Or maybe something like this -

So after a long day of trips to Richmond (Mama) and eating glitter (boys) and throwing sassy, hard-to-get looks at Mason (Lo), we opted to treat ourselves to some IHOP. Melissa and Owen met us there and thus began an Eat-A-Thon.

Mel sat slack-jawed in horror as she watched my children demolish 9 pancakes, 8 strips of bacon, 6 eggs and cup after cup of milk. I think she was most blown away by Miss Logan Times who double fisted with eggs & pancakes. During the meal, Owen said, "B, B - dat, dat" which translated in to he wanted some of my bacon. Mel didn't even get to finish the sentence, "oh he doesn't like bacon" and Owen had eaten 2 strips. Take that, Mom.

Fully satisfied, we parted ways. On the way home Sawyer says, "Owen and I are friends. We like to laugh & eat bacon." Truer words were never spoken as that is the basis of mine and Melissa's 20+ years of friendship.