We walk into the restaurant. They hand Billie a kid’s menu. She says she’ll probably order from the adult menu.
They say, “You sure? There’s grilled cheese! There’s chicken strips!”
“Is there steak on the kid’s menu?” She asks.
“Is there crab?” She asks.
“Is that stuff on the adult menu?”
“Great. I’ll have the New York Strip Steak with buttered crab on top. With fries. Ooh! And sauteed spinach! Thanks so much!”