They haven’t been little kids for years. They tell ME what’s good to order at lunch, and they know the city like the back of their hand. (Which is why they drive downtown – not me.)
After I visit my kids in “the big city,” I always regret not capturing at least a moment of it with a photograph.
This time, I did.
They let me pick the restaurant. What can I say? It was Taco Thursday at Belair!
This was our server, Brody. He was learning to take orders without writing them down. Impressed us all by remembering 11 different kinds of tacos (they were SMALL!), beans or no, pinto or black, and then, the drink order. OK. That wasn’t hard. Water. Water. Water.
Anyone remember how I was pining for just a few photographs of my boys? Well, they indulged me. They didn’t want to do it. (At all.) But, I’m their mom. Are these forced smiles? Kinda.
Mmm. The taco in the front is lamb. Yes, lamb.
I will so miss this young man. Hoping he can scope out some good coffee places in his new city…