That night we ate at mine and Jay's favorite chicken house, Babe's in Garland!
It went really well and something really, REALLY strange happened, too. We had come to the same restaurant over Spring Break around the same time of day. We were almost finished with our meal when we noticed Braden kept staring at the huge old fashioned clock on the wall and we asked him why. He said he was waiting for it to be 5 o'clock because that's when the lights would go on....and we were like "Huh?" At the time it was about 4:50pm. So we kept eating. Then, all of a sudden, this happened:
And, we looked over at the clock. Big hand on the 12, little hand on the 5.
We Were Like
It was chicken dance time. I've been there a hundred times and I've never noticed the lights or the time. Then, our waitress came over and we told her what happened and she said they do it at random times......so the kid is either a psychic genius or she was wrong and my son is ridiculously observant.
Either way, it was way spooky.





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