Following the St Anthony Middle School choir concert last night several of "the Teen's" friends wanted to stop at Applebees for a treat.
When we arrived, the boys sat at one table and we parents sat several tables away.
The kind and patient server quickly figured out which boy went with which parent for sorting out the bill.
While us parents were enjoying our desserts the now-slightly-flustered server came over and informed us that our boys were offering to buy food for the table of girls on the other side of the window.
I mean, we're talking real GENTLEMEN here. Talk about classy...
"I'll get that sweetie, just put it on my mom's bill!"
Yes, we've raised them well.
I looked over to see who the lucky girls were, expecting to see other middle-schoolers, and was
shocked surprised ....hmmm.... tickled to see that they were at least 20.
The bravest of the boys came and asked me for a pen, and then went over to the table of girls.
Yep, asking for numbers.
Did he get them?
But all five eighth grade boys were high-fiving each other as we walked out the door.
They had gotten their names. Written on a cocktail napkin! Could their luck get any better?!
Hey, a boy can dream right?