Custard and cucumbers

TJ has now reached the age where he often does not want a kids' meal. He thinks it is beneath him. So when we stopped at Burger King on our way up here, he asked me what I thought he would like. 

I suggested a Whopper Jr., since they have tomatoes, which he loves, and they aren't ridiculously huge. So TJ ordered it. For the most part, he liked it. He was disappointed that I forgot to specify that he wanted cheese on it, and he was really grossed out by the mayonnaise. He used a piece of lettuce to help scrape it off. 

A couple nights ago, Bill and I took a friend of ours out to dinner. We fed the kids first. Burger King is the only fast food option up here (other than Subway), so that is what the kids requested for dinner. TJ once again wanted a Whopper Jr., but this time he wanted it done right (with cheese, lose the mayo). 

Bill came back with the food and TJ met him at the door. "Did you get mine with cheese?" Bill assured him that he had. "And did you tell them that I didn't want the...uh...custard?" 

Well, his burger was both mayo and custard free so TJ was happy. 

Tonight is our last night in the Keweenaw until school gets out. We hope to spend a good chunk of the summer up here. Anyway, we went to my favorite restaurant for dinner (I cooked most of the week...we just had a couple fun nights planned). We went to Carmelita's, a really yummy Mexican place in Calumet. As he often does when we are at Mexican restaurants, Bill ordered a frozen margarita. When it arrived, Nolan's face lit up. "Mom! Can I eat Dad's cucumber?" 

I looked over at Bill and saw a slice of lime in his margarita. I laughed and told Nolan that it wasn't a cucumber, it was a lime soaking in alcohol, so I definitely couldn't pass it his way. Nolan was extremely disappointed. 

Sam calls Carmelita's 'the restaurant with the guy in it.' Here's a picture of Nolan's 'cucumber' and Sam with 'the guy'.