To Mom's Chagrin...

(Reported by Nathan.)  Remember the days when Mom used to be so proud (a little self-righteous even) when she'd take Evan to the playground and while all the other kids were pretending to make cupcakes and cookies, Evan was making salad and salmon?  It appears those days are over.  Last night, Evan came up to Mom and said, "Let's play 'restaurant'.  I'll be the man.  Can I see your beer list?"  After examining the menu, he ordered.  "I'll have a hamburger, french fries, chicken, beer, and wine."  While Mom does admit to using french fries as a bribe to eat nicely at a restaurant--but VERY infrequently!--she swears she's never taken us to a fast food establishment other than Quiznos or Subway, and she's never ordered any drink other than water when we are with her due to the high likelihood that an expensive glass of wine is going to get knocked over and spilled.  At least now that she's aware that we've turned a culinary corner, she won't be blind-sided the next time Evan pipes up, "Yum! I love donuts!" during the social time after church even though she's pretty sure he's never had one.