Tuesday nights at Chick-fil-A has been a family tradition for a long time. We are definately not there every week, but we go pretty often with Mimi and the family. Ever since he was about six months old, Jeremy would SCREAM if he saw the Chick-fil-A cow. We realized quickly that he was terrified of anything large and fluffy except his daddy. Just a few months ago Jeremy decided that the Chick-fil-A cow (and a symbol of everything tastey and chicken-y in the world) was not so bad. So YEA for Chick-fil-A!
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