A Night on The Town**, 08/16/2003

Tonight we went to Bob's BBQ for dinner. Bob's is in the little hamlet down the road with the college football team that adults are inordinately proud of having graduated from. Despite being a shrine for said college football team, Bob's is a pretty good place to eat. They have southern fried catfish and a red meat extravaganza that makes my arteries harden just thinking about it.

It also has a mascot that is a tall person (I think it's a man but it's hard to tell) wearing a white chef's shirt and a big pig mask who goes by the name of Bobby. Bobby terrifies the BoyChild.

So tonight we are sitting in the dining room. I'm splitting up my salad between my kids (I often wonder how long it will be before I am the only person eating off my plate again)when the BoyChild lets out a scream that would make Jamie Lee Curtis proud.

The DearHusband and the GirlChild and I haven't seen hide nor hair of Bobby. The BoyChild has spied him over the room divider. He screams. And he screams. And he screams. Everyone in the restaurant stops talking. The manager and waitress rush over to see what's wrong. The restaurant stops. Everyone is looking at the BoyChild.

The DearHusband finally figures out it's Bobby that's causing the shrieking and is comforting the BoyChild as best he can while he's strapped in a high chair. The manager banishes Bobby to the back.

The BoyChild spent the rest of dinner literally scanning the room for Bobby, lest he sneak up on him again.

I guess Walt Disney World isn't in our future anytime soon.