A big man and his tiny son shared a table next to mine at Culver’s the other day. (For out-of-state friends, Culver’s is Wisconsin’s favorite fast-food restaurant, and it’s so good that “fast food” is really not the word to use to describe it.)
The two of them were having fun together, and the man clearly was delighted to be spending quality time with his little pal.
After a while, the man asked, “You haven’t finished your dinner. Are you full?”
“I’m full for dinner. I’m not full for dessert,” the little guy said slyly.
I tried not to laugh out loud, I didn’t mean to intrude on their privacy, but sorry, that comment broke the cute meter. I hope he enjoyed dessert.
