Tonight we crashed Kelly's work dinner meeting at The County Line where he and coworkers were hosting guests from Taiwan, his new corporate office. Since Christopher has been begging me to take him there to his favorite restaurant, the three of us, the kids and I, went to eat some good Texas barbecue too. I asked Kelly if he wanted to pretend like he doesn't know us or if minds if we could go up to their table and say hi. He said we could greet them. How nice. It was kind of awkward, but we were happy to see Kelly briefly. He made me feel better, not so out of place, when Kelly later came over to our table to check on us in return. What a kind husband and dad. Then he went back to business.Christopher usually orders a kid's meal with one beef rib, but tonight he was pleading for the Big Daddy rib plate. I told him no, but then caved in, just because I knew the uneaten barbecued ribs could be taken home for later enjoyment by none other than Big Daddy. Part of the fun of ordering this plate is for the reaction you get from everyone when it's brought to the table. And Christopher got a good one when the server placed the Flinstone-sized plate before my 10-year-old. (The three women at the table next to us joined Lindsey and me in laughter, which always pleases Christopher.) From the seven ribs on the rack, Christopher filled his tummy with three of them, I ate one, and we brought the rest home. It was a nice night out.
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