Thursday night we were driving in the car to dinner and Max says to me, "Daddy, I want to live at Chick-fil-a." Now I know the first Chick-Fil-A restaurant was called the Dwarf House and it was in Hapeville (pronounced Happy-ville?), but I was a bit taken aback. Hadn't we provided a good home for him and his sister?
Of course, then I got thinking about it. They do have all the chicken nuggets you could ever eat, an indoor playground, and the best fast-food milkshakes I've ever tasted. If only they offered free Wi-Fi access I might be interested in moving in with him!