Ah, the good old days … when we could go out as a family and order two adult meals and two kids’ meals. No longer. A kid’s meal just won’t do for my older daughter anymore.

Now, her meals are more expensive than mine.

It reminds me of when, as a kid, we’d go out for dinner for my dad’s birthday. We’d always go to the “fanciest” place in town. And that’s where I would always order the most expensive meal in town - the steak and lobster. My parents would always try to talk me out of it, but I would stick to my guns because that’s what I really wanted to eat.

I guess what goes around comes around.