I took Anna out to dinner tonight. It was a combination birthday dinner and reward for memorizing her multiplication tables up through twelve. A few weeks ago I asked her where she wanted to go. I had assumed she’d want Chinese or Mexican or something. Nope.
“I want to go someplace fancy,” she said.
“Fancy? Like what grownups would consider fancy?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Maybe a steak place. I want steak.”
So I decided to take her to Ocean Club. She may be turning nine, but she’s a very mature nine.
Our evening started with drinks. I had a Cabernet, she had a Shirley Temple: