first grade happy hour

recently, i shared that the boys went on a double date with their friends Ziya and Myka. 
at Chick-fil-A. 
it was a good time. 


anth has since asked if he can go out with them again. 
i asked where he wanted to go. 
i was assuming something along the lines of pizza.
silly me. 


anth suggested he would like to go to happy hour with Ziya. 
i asked him if he could explain what happy hour meant. 
anth stared at me blankly for a moment. 
then, "mom. let's not ask me what it means. let's just know it's what i want."


um. 
some parental help here?