What a clever idea

A few weeks ago I got a new job. We decided to celebrate (otherwise known as spending money I hadn't made) by giving me the night off dinner duty. My dinner of choice came from P.F. Chang's. Everything I've sampled has been superb, but my fave is the fat bowl of Dan Dan Noodles. So. Yummy.

With three youngsters we don't eat in restaurants very often. Take out has become our BFF. Take out laughs in the face of tantrums and says, your parents can put you in time out in your room and not be humiliated in public because we're EATING AT HOME. When we're feeling secure in our parenting and venture into the public feeding frenzy with our brood, it's rarely at a restaurant where chopsticks are the norm and you have to ask for a fork. But when it is, I'm usually the loser asking for a fork. And you know people notice when you ask for a fork at a place like that.

I placed the order and Wade picked it up on his way home from his top secret job. Surprise of all surprises popped out of the bag! Some cute cheater chopsticks for the chopstick impaired! Granted, you can purchase chopstick trainers like these, these or these, but this takes a rubber band and some folded paper! Apparently I'm not as slick as I thought and someone did notice me pretending my fork was two pieces of wood.