When Zach came home from work tonight he said he thought he should take me to H.B. Culpepper's, one of our favorite Indiana restaurants. Sounded like a plan to me; off we went. Another young couple sat down in a booth near our table at about the same time. A few minutes later Austin started whining and pointing as the waitress brought drinks to the other table. As far as we could tell, he was jealous of the man's beer because it looked like apple juice to him!
Son, you're a little young. :)
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Austin doesn't miss a trick. Did you order him a tall frosty apple juice?
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