Peter's Birthday Lunch

For Peter's birthday, I decided to take him out to lunch at Hooters.
I don't know what I was thinking, really.

Everything went surprisingly well until the waitress asked Peter to guess her age and Peter replied honestly, "37."

This was nothing compared to Peter's decision to dance his way out of Hooters after our lunch was over. I'm pretty sure this was his way of redeeming himself after I complimented his good behavior.

If you've seen Peter dance, you already know it, but it goes something like this: Peter moves his shoulders up and down as he takes two steps forward and two steps back, and then stops abrubtly and points at his sandals to the beat.

He danced his way all the way to the car thinking he was hilarious and that he "got me good" until he realized he had left his phone on the table and had to go back into Hooters and get it.