I am ashamed to admit the only good things I can say about dinner Sunday night is that they had these really cool mirrors and that it is over. The boys gave new meaning to the word terrors. In their defense, it was well past their normal dinner time, the food took forever to come, and the wait staff was pretty awful and didn't bring all kinds of things we asked for.
Those mirrors were really awesome though. It was weird seeing the boys in them. It was like looking at an older version of them. So that's what you are going to look like when you grow up?