Get thee behind me, French Fry!

Recently, we went out to eat at Chili's. All four of us. It was the first time we've all been out to eat together since Ezra came to stay. It was fun and Isaiah was surprisingly good.

But the real story is that I ordered a burger (no real surprise there), but then I asked if I could sub the mashed potatoes for my fries. I know, right? Well, I decided to give up french fries for the year so that I might learn to expand my side dish horizons. It's been going well so far, but at Chili's...

The dude brought be fries anyway.

Oh the temptation. I eventually got my mashed potatoes and I ate those, and believe it or not, I did not eat a single fry. And to prove it, here is a picture of my uneaten serving of french fries.