I got home early from work, and took my sons to the neighborhood pub for dinner. We split a large plate of hot wings, and I had eggplant parmagian with a side of spaghetti while my boys had steak tenderloin sandwiches.
Dad's turn to cook, KL??
Yep.

The funny thing was that I was starting to cook, and my wife suggested that since I'm not always home that early I should take the boys out to eat. They're 14 and 12, so they can pretty much be bottomless pits.