Puppies or Dragons

I took my mom (88 years old) and my kidlet (9 years old) (yes, my age is somewhere in the middle) to Cracker Barrel on Wednesday.  Mom likes the home cooking aspect of the place and she doesn't have to decipher the menu, like you do Asian or Mexican cuisine.  She's old school in that way.  Mom and I got the lunch special, Chicken Pot Pie--she took half of hers home and I ate most of mine--and the kidlet got the baked mac and cheese.

If you've never been to a Cracker Barrel, well, you're missing out.  They have a 'general' store in the front of the restaurant, Mom got a bag of Switzer's licorice, I found a shirt, and my kidlet had some change that was burning a hole in her pocket for two days, so I told her I'd make the difference up on whatever she chose.  She picked up a Webkinz . . . and suckered me into a second one.

But that's beside the point.  She picked two puppies.  Guess what I had my eyes on . . . the dragon. 

Ever since I was little I would choose the fantastical over the ordinary every single time.  I had a small stuff Pegasus (Peggy), a Unicorn (Uni) and a dragon (Draco).  Okay, okay, I suck at names.  I still do.  I can't come up with a good name if my life depended on it.  But I chose fantasy and my kidlet chooses reality.

I found it curious. 

One more day!!!!!