On our way to and from church we travel an interstate. One of the exits off that interstate has restaruaunts that are very visible from the highway. So, tonight on our way home from church, I had a conversation with Lake that went exactly like this:
Lake: What is Hooters?
Me: It's a restaraunt
Lake: Can we go there sometime?
Me: No
Lake: Why not?
Me: Well because it isn't really a family kind of place
Lake: Why not?
Me: Because the waitresses there wear outfits that aren't pleasing to the Lord.
Lake: Oh, you mean like skeleton heads and stuff?
Me: Ummmm, yes.
How do you explaing to a 6 yr old that there are women in that place that are showing more than anyone needs to see? Remember - "judge not lest ye be judged"- you may be faced with the same question some day. Anyway, since Lake is pretty scared of skeletons, I am guessing that for many years to come, he will be scared of the restaraunt that is called Hooters.
13 comments:
That's pretty funny. He may pass that on to a few other kids before he knows the whole story.
Hey girl,
I hate that place....I don't like that word hate, but I hate that place. Take baby steps with him....I am sick that my older boys know all about it. GROSS.
And..on another note....I went to Oprah's site and listened to that terrible woman teach on the "Miracles...blah, blah, blah" stuff and it made me sick. I emailed her (Oprah) and told her that I was highly disappointed and feared for the lost who would buy into this "Miracles....blah, blah, blah" stuff. Sad. sad. sad.
Do what is pleasing to the Lord and the Lord alone....not some other weird hokey stuff. :)
Love ya~
Fran
this cracked me up!
My roommate was a waitress at Hooter's.
I've nursed for 11 years now and my boys only associate 'milk' and feeding babies with those. :)
Brilliant!!
That is cracking me up...I love it!!
Oh I am so with you on that place. I feel my blood pressure rise just hearing the name. In fact, I had a very interesting discussion with my father in law about it... He would take my husband and sister in law there when it was his weekend with htme. Chad was a young teenager when it started. Once I came into the picture I was pretty vocal about my disgust with that place. He would always make fun of me, like it was some sort of insecurity thing. Finally one day, I said.. "Well, if it's so innocent, then let's put your daughter in one of those outfits and send her to work there. Then we'll let her wait on a table of your good buddies. How innocent is it now...." He shut up and doesn't bring it up anymore...
Amen, Stephanie, Amen. I daresay most of the men (that have any morals at all) who go to Hooters 'for the wings', would hate to see their own daughter working there.
Thanks for stopping by my blog party! Gotta love the way kid's minds work. I wish my kids were still little for many reasons - one is for all the great blog material they provide!
How cute!!
I'm hoping your boy meets up with my boys to fill them in on that scary restaurant.
i'm with fran hate is such a strong word but the Lord knows my heart i do hate that place so might as well admit it. ~janel
Way to go Sis!! You are too clever!!
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