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So, we go to lunch a little bit ago to Cracker Barrel. Me, hubby and Christopher, who is home with a cold. I order, then it's Chris's turn. He tells the waitress what he wants.She asks him what sides he wants. Then he looks at me, like Mom what do I get? I'm like what ever you want. Then it's hubbys turn and he does the same thing! What does MOM have to order your food as well? No one was kidding when they say the hardest job you'll ever have was being a Mom! It's also the best job. Even if it means I'm going bald.:HistericalSmiley: