On Wednesday night we took the kids and went to Olive Garden in Omaha. It was what you could say, our send off dinner for Rachel as she heads back to college.
Olive Garden is not Lucas and Eli's favorite restaurant but they endured because it was Rachel's night and I guess spaghetti sounded good as long as they were ensured there was "biff" meatballs.
As is usual there is a wait for seating and they hand us the little round buzzer, which of course necessitates a war of who will hold it. Too bad they have a mother who remembers the trauma of the buzzer from our last visit and also remembers it is Eli's turn to hold it.
We sat down to wait our turn. Peace rained for about 10 minutes until I happen to turn my head sideways to see Eli with the buzzer pressed to his forehead, his eyes shut, then we as well as half the lobby of Olive Garden hear him (say or pray - you pick) Come on Lord! Ring! Peace no more, laughter ensued and we had a table in 2 minutes. Keep praying buddy.
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