In our part of the world when we go away in the winter, we zip in the driveway, run in the house, turn up the heat, and go out for supper while the house warms up. It works out fine since there is no food anyway.
So we're eating at Perkins and Ben is about to eat french toast sticks with his fingers.
Me: French toast is not finger food. Use your fork. Each stick is at least three bites.
Ben: In my world, each stick is one or maybe two bites.
Me: Well, this is the restaurant world and we use manners.
Bethany: So when he moves far far away when he grows up he can eat them how he wants?
Me: Well, maybe far away.
Bethany: Like (cousin) Tyler going to Italy (to study)?
Me: He doesn't have to go THAT far away. Do you want to go to another country?
Ben: Well we could go to Canada, which is another country without going to a different continent. It would still be Home Sweet North America!
Yup! That's been our home for the last two weeks. Highlights coming soon.