Chick-Fil-A Tuesdays

So what do you think of when you think of Tuesday? The day after Monday, not quite the middle of the work week, the third day of the week, not usually a special holiday...nothing TOO exciting I'm sure. In the Barron house, however, Tuesdays mean a trip to Chick-Fil-A. Every Tuesday me and Merrick load up and head out to meet Billy for lunch at our favorite poultry place. :) We've been carrying on this obsession, I mean tradition, since we moved to Powhatan. Merrick has moved from the baby carrier in the booth next to me, to sitting in the high chair and eating at the table with us. He has even been spotted stealing waffle fries. (Is it just me, or do babies seem like they have inspector gadget arms...they just keep getting longer until they grab whatever they aren't supposed to have?) He flirts with all the other babies, employees, tattooed bikers, and old ladies (he's not partial) in the restaurant, showing them whatever skill he's just learned. (This week is clapping, and wheezing of all things...haha) It's one of the small things we look forward to doing together each week...silly as it sounds. So since Tuesday seemed to be kind of a loser as far as days-of-the-week go, we decided a little chicken goes a long way. Tuesdays will never be the same. :)
P.S. During the writing of this post...all of a sudden my computer cut off. I realized about 2 seconds later it was because Merrick was under the desk and had flipped the switch on me. I knew he was under there, but just thought he was up to his usual mischief of climbing over the file box. What was I saying about those inspector gadget arms??? :)