Close But Not Quite
Last Friday night, before we went to see Blast!, I suggested to LM that perhaps it would be a perfect night to use a gift certificate we had received from friends for Christmas (how cute is it that they sent the card to LM and told him he was to take his mom out to dinner?) LM readily agreed saying it had been a long time since we've eaten at Cracker Barrel. I thought for a moment and replied back that I couldn't even remember the last time we ate at a Cracker Barrel. LM did, he seemed to recall it perfectly. "Were there other people with us?" I asked, certain that we must have gone when company was in town or something. "No, just us," he replied confidently.
I thought awhile longer.
"LM, I don't even know where a Cracker Barrel is back in PA. The only one I can think of was in Iowa, but you were way too young to ever remember eating there."
"No, Mom, we ate at one, I'm certain. I got my clock there."
Well, they do have a gift shop, but for the life of me, I could not remember eating at a Cracker Barrel with Jacob.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I dropped LM off to get us a table while I parked the car. When I came in , they escorted us to our table and LM whispered to me, "This one doesn't have a very big store."
I looked around. "LM, this is exactly like the Cracker Barrel I remember."
"No, Mom! The one we went to had a much bigger store. Remember, I got my alarm clock there."
"You bought an alarm clock at Cracker Barrel? No, LM, I do not remember this. You aren't thinking of a Cracker Barrel. You must be thinking of something else."
We looked over the menus with our eyes as big as saucers. No where else can you get a meal so smothered in gravy, so laden with cholesterol, so deep fried, covered in corn bread, served extra thick and dripping as at Cracker Barrel.
"I can't even decide what to have, everything looks so good!" I exclaimed.
"We didn't eat at the restaurant the last time we went, Mom. This looks incredible."
"LM, what are you talking about? Why would we go to a Cracker Barrel and not eat?"
"We went there to shop, Mom. I don't think I even knew they had a restaurant."
"LM, you are not thinking of a Cracker Barrel. I have never in my life gone to a restaurant just for the gift shop."
"Mom. I know what I'm talking about. We've been to a Cracker Barrel in Pennsylvania. We just shopped, though, and I bought my alarm clock. I know I'm right."
I just shook my head, tired of the argument, not wanting it to contaminate our night out together, but I was bothered by hi recollection. I was nearly banging my head on the table trying to figure out why he was being so stubborn about it when he was clearly so very wrong. Finally it came to me.
"LM, you are thinking of Crate and Barrel. It's a store. A big one. And yes, you might have bought a clock there, but they don't have a restaurant. It's just a store."
"Oh, yeah, Crate and Barrel, that's what I mean," he said with a sheepish grin.
I thought awhile longer.
"LM, I don't even know where a Cracker Barrel is back in PA. The only one I can think of was in Iowa, but you were way too young to ever remember eating there."
"No, Mom, we ate at one, I'm certain. I got my clock there."
Well, they do have a gift shop, but for the life of me, I could not remember eating at a Cracker Barrel with Jacob.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I dropped LM off to get us a table while I parked the car. When I came in , they escorted us to our table and LM whispered to me, "This one doesn't have a very big store."
I looked around. "LM, this is exactly like the Cracker Barrel I remember."
"No, Mom! The one we went to had a much bigger store. Remember, I got my alarm clock there."
"You bought an alarm clock at Cracker Barrel? No, LM, I do not remember this. You aren't thinking of a Cracker Barrel. You must be thinking of something else."
We looked over the menus with our eyes as big as saucers. No where else can you get a meal so smothered in gravy, so laden with cholesterol, so deep fried, covered in corn bread, served extra thick and dripping as at Cracker Barrel.
"I can't even decide what to have, everything looks so good!" I exclaimed.
"We didn't eat at the restaurant the last time we went, Mom. This looks incredible."
"LM, what are you talking about? Why would we go to a Cracker Barrel and not eat?"
"We went there to shop, Mom. I don't think I even knew they had a restaurant."
"LM, you are not thinking of a Cracker Barrel. I have never in my life gone to a restaurant just for the gift shop."
"Mom. I know what I'm talking about. We've been to a Cracker Barrel in Pennsylvania. We just shopped, though, and I bought my alarm clock. I know I'm right."
I just shook my head, tired of the argument, not wanting it to contaminate our night out together, but I was bothered by hi recollection. I was nearly banging my head on the table trying to figure out why he was being so stubborn about it when he was clearly so very wrong. Finally it came to me.
"LM, you are thinking of Crate and Barrel. It's a store. A big one. And yes, you might have bought a clock there, but they don't have a restaurant. It's just a store."
"Oh, yeah, Crate and Barrel, that's what I mean," he said with a sheepish grin.
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