The rain held off yesterday and we got to enjoy a beautiful meal on the patio of the Peter Herdic House.
When Ben was just little, and barely talking yet, Phil began employing food bribery as a technique for cooperation, especially with doctor visits. Our physician’s assistant (who has a son with Down syndrome, too) knew this and asked Ben if he was getting McDonald’s fries after his appointment.
“Kerdic,” Ben answered.
When she looked questioningly at Phil, he realized that Ben had just seriously upped his game, and was asking for The Herdic House! (Request denied, by the way.)
Everything about our dinner was perfect, as always. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Friday evening.