I got home tonight, and just felt like going out, so we headed for a nearby Mexican food restaurant. Kaitlyn, who was sitting in her high chair at the head of the family, has recently been exhibiting all the drama of being a three-year-old. It's very tiring to endure the highs and lows, which seem to change by the moment.

One minute, ecstatic to see a container of steaming tortillas with butter arrive, and then the next, crestfallen and tortured because she dropped her red crayon on the floor.

It was at that moment that our young, Mexican waiter arrived at the table.

Kaitlyn wrathfully turned to him and, looking him straight in the eye, declared, "You will NEVER bring honor to your family!"

The young man stared at us, turned around, and silently walked back to the kitchen. I was a little worried that he might not come back.

I guess we've watched Mulan once too many times...