We went to dinner at Famous Dave's with Carrie (rallywife) and Brent Carlson (stick) and their children last night. Their 6 year old son Noah was sitting next to me. He asked for ketchup for his fries so I grabbed the bottle and squirted a healthy load of ketchup next to his fries. The bottle didn't seem right as I was squeezing it so I looked at the bottle. Just as I read "Devil's Spit" on the bottle, Noah dragged a fresh fry deep through what was supposed to be ketchup and popped it in his mouth. The look of horror and pain spread slowly across his face followed closely by tears and crying. We got a carton of milk and the combination of milk and momma's love calmed him down after a few moments of drama. After a few moments, I apologized to Noah telling him that I didn't intend to give him hot sauce but the bottle was not labeled well and it was in fact a red ketchup bottle. His reply still makes me just about fall off my chair. He looked at me with all sincerity and said, "Why didn't you just take a gun and shoot me in the head?" He then returned to enjoying his BBQ. From the mouth of babes...
