A Panera Bread finally opened near us, which is HUGE because we are living in the land of fried chicken and burgers over here. I’m SO pumped for drive through salads and sandwiches.
So a couple days ago I suggested I’d drive through and pick up dinner and bring. it. home.
But Scott, clearly suffering from a severe case of amnesia, was insistent that we take the whole flipping family there to eat.
It was bananas. And people might say, “Well, you should control your kids,” and to that I say, “WE WILL GET ARRESTED FOR USING REQUIRED TACTICS.”
Also, most of the issue was that Lowell crapped himself 15 minutes into the meal and I didn’t have a backup diaper or wipes because why would I? I’ve only had 3 children.
Anyway, THE POINT IS we scarfed everything super fast, and I was reminded of this…