For those that don't know, my wife loves buffalo wings and is probably one of the only women to send her husband out to Hooters to pick up wings. She certainly is one of the only pastors to send their spouse on a Hooters run.Of course this is not something she has discussed with her conservative parents, who are under the impression that Hooters is actually some kind of strip joint.
Her secret was probably safe until last Sunday, when we were on our way to get Easter lunch with her parents after church. While discussing where to go, Jake chimed in from the back seat, "Let's go to Hooters!", and Carol froze.
"What did you say?" asked Grandma Snyder laughingly.
"Let's got to Hooters" said our innocent 4 year old.
That was it. Carol was busted by Jake. She tried to stammer some type of explanation while quickly changing the subject, but it was too late. It was priceless.
Jake is no longer an accomplice in any deception. That's going to make things complicated from now on.
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