Every Friday night, as the children grew up, we went to Zack's, a little *hotdog joint* to eat dinner. It was cheap and quick...the two things that are important when you have three hungry little ones. We did this for YEARS. So much so that the employees knew when we walked in what our order was.... and didn't even have to come ask us. As the kids got older, and ballgames, school dances and sleepovers began, the Friday night ritual slowly faded. I haven't really thought about it much in years.
Fast forward to last night. My daughter sent a family group text that they were eating in a restaurant beside a famous coach. There were lots of responses back and forth between us all. Lots. But the one that sticks out in my mind was this one from my oldest son...who now has a 15 month old son of his own.
"Just said that to K tonight!
I want Baby B to think about a certain food on Friday nights!
Ours is pizza. Every Friday night!
I remember Zack's when I was little like it was yesterday!!"
So glad I have this picture. This is what it says on the back:
And all this time.
I thought it was just a hot dog.........