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This evening, we went over to Matthew's Cafeteria for dinner, a nice little Tucker dive which serves some of the best homestyle cooking around.  I mean "kill you mother for that last piece of fried chicken" good.

We sat down with Elliott and as we ate he ran a running commentary on everything, which is now punctuated by a high-pitched "WEEEWOOO" every now and then.  Apparently, the woman behind me wasn't used to children that make noise at the dinner table and she sent Barb a dirty look.  Then another.  Not sure what her problem was, but she ruined Barbara's dinner with these nasty stares of hers.

We left before she did, so she didn't get a chance to make a comment to us, but we believe that she probably would have.  It's been a long time since I've told someone to "fuck off and die in a fire" in public, but I would have.  Elliott was behaving quite nicely and only complained when we wouldn't let him stick a fork in his eye or when he ran out of cornbread.

Get used to it bitch.