Instead, it's about Michaela. Because she made us laugh so damn hard at dinner that I couldn't not talk about it.
So we went to Buffalo Wild Wings - Jason's choice for Father's Day dinner - and a "wing man" crown was sitting on the half wall next to our table. Michaela, of course, was eyeballing it enough that she got one of the servers to give it to her without even asking. She's that good.
Anyway, fast forward to the end of dinner and she's standing next to the table, wearing the crown as we're getting ready to go. From out of no where, she yells, "I'm Captain Chicken!" and puts her arm up in the air.
Yep, that's my kid. Captain Chicken.
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