When my son was 9 or 10, he had a friend over, and my wife and the two kids were going to dinner (I was out of pocket somewhere).
"Where do you boys want to eat?"
"WAFFLE HOUSE!" (I don't think either one had ever been, but maybe once or twice)
"YEAH, WE WANNA GO TO WAFFLE HOUSE!"
"AND WE'RE GONNA GET THE MOST EXPENSIVE THING ON THE MENU!"
Wife: "Knock yourselves out, kids. Go for it!" (laughing)
Big Waffle House, double diced, smothered, covered, chunked bump!
