This morning, John had a birthday party to attend, so Nicholas and I were looking for an adventure. I decided that we were going to go to the dry cleaner to pick up our clothes and then maybe go get my car washed. It really needs one, but that's not a story to share here. Anyway, after picking up the clothes, I decided to drive up La Brea and was almost to Pink's. I asked Nicholas if he wanted to get some french fries. He replied (in that ever sweet voice of his), "Uh-huh." I figured that there'd be a line and that would be my excuse to say we can't go, but there was no line. You don't have to twist my arm to stop at Pink's when there is no line. We picked up some victuals to go. I went with the bacon burrito dog and chilli fries. Nicholas went for the regular fries. He actually wanted to eat there, but I didn't want to take the chance of him pooping in public. I just don't want to deal with the mess.
We agreed that the next time we go to Pink's that we'd take Johnny and Mama. We also agreed that we'd eat there. He really wanted to eat there.
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