Should tell that cute story too. The first night at dinner we're seated with Karen & Mike on one side of the table, Mary and myself on the other, and Nick & KT between Karen and I. So I order a smoothie(think milkshake), and so does Nick. And I get the charge, which I don't even bother saying anything about and sign off. The next night, the asst asks Nick first, then goes what'll your dad have, looking at me. All I could do to keep a straight face, and this went on thru the rest of the nights, with our otherwise stellar asst server never quite getting straight whose kids they are.