We went to a very delicious restaurant tonight called Tantra. Probably not a good name for a place to take children, but we had fun. It is a Mongolian BBQ where you pick everything and they grill it for you. And the atmosphere is really nifty. I first went there with my parents when they visited and thought it would be a great place to take my kids. Minus the bathroom. There are "interesting" tantric pictures on the stalls. This is not the funny part of the evening though.
As we were driving home we drove past Hooters. Yes, there is a Hooters here. My husband wants to go to see if it is like the States, but with beautiful Brazilian women. My oldest asked why they called it Hooters. "Well," I explain, "the large anatomy of a woman are called hooters. And the logo is an owl with large eyes to match the women's body parts." My son in all of his innocence says, "But I have never seen an owl with droopy eyes." Let me tell you, we have not laughed so hard in our lives. I almost peed my pants.
The best part was when we got closer to home was that he said he felt really bad. Why is that? "Well, I feel like I just offended mommy."
Hey!
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