I finished up the semester in early December. What better way to enjoy the elation of starting winter break than to take your family on the annual trip downtown to view the Christmas lights on Temple Square?
Of course, we have to ride the train – even though it’s much more cost-effective to drive our family downtown rather than pay the Trax fee for 7 people – because Dad, it’s tradition!
We took our usual stroll around temple square: short and sweet, hit the major displays, don’t stop and read every single statue or sign because we only have 20 minutes until we’re all frozen through.
This time the statues commemorating the restoration of the Aaronic and Melchizedek priesthood caught Sam’s eye. He wanted to get a picture in front of them and Luppin wanted in on the action as well.
In breaking with tradition, we decided not to eat downtown. We didn’t want to walk several blocks to a restaurant we all liked and we didn’t want to wait around between trains in order to go to find a restaurant on 4th south. Thus, we all hopped on the first train out of town and agreed to just find a restaurant in closer to home.
I was hoping that because the kids conked out on the train ride home they would forget about dinner and we could just go home, get ready for bed, and call it a night. Unfortunately, the kids weren’t having any of that and quickly woke up and forced a discussion on where we should eat. Nancy and I decided that we felt like Texas Road House. We were immediately met with a chorus of whines, moans, and groans from the kids. They HATED Texas Roadhouse. Had they ever been there before? Of course not. Nonetheless they just KNEW they HATED it. Nancy and I knew they would like it once they got there and we didn’t really care for the places the kids were suggesting. Being the parent does have its privileges so we told them they had two options: quit whining and go to Texas Roadhouse or keep whining and go home with no dinner. They quit whining.
Usually Texas Roadhouse is jam-packed but on this night we were able to just walk right in and be seated. After a few minutes of looking at the menu, eating peanuts, and sampling the hot rolls, the kids had an amazing turn-around. They LOVED Texas Roadhouse now. What? Them complain? No way – they weren’t complaining. They really wanted to to go here all along! Of course, Nancy and I took every opportunity to rub it in and to let them know that they should trust us when it comes to picking good places to eat. A few weeks later when it was time to select our Christmas Eve restaurant where did the kids want to go? You guessed it: Texas Roadhouse.