I told Big Kid that I wanted to go out to dinner, so he offered to make our house a restaurant and act as our server. (This is not at all what I had in mind, but it's the thought that counts or whatever).
He went and dressed in a "server umiform" consisting of a navy blue polo shirt, a light blue tie, khaki pants and his black converse. He set the table and went from place to place asking, "May I take your order?"
After little kid screamed "NOOOOOO" and lunged at him to grab his paper and pencil for the 5th or 6th time, I went ahead and ordered a grill cheese sandwich for him. Then little kid ran off to his bedroom and closed the door, screaming and crying. Big Kid went to inquire as to what the problem was and little kid keeps yelling, "GIVE ME MY ORDER BACK. GIVE IT BACK NOW, BUBBY. YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY ORDER, MISTER!"
That was 5 minutes ago and they are still fighting over whether or not he should get his order back.
This was not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to go out to eat, at all.