So, about Colonial Williamsburg: Its awesome, you should go there. I had no real interest in going there, but went because Leila is in the thick of her revolutionary war/colonial times section at school, culminating in Colonial Day, where we parents have to cobble together a colonial costume and watch the kids square dance. So we went to Colonial Williamsburg because we take our child's education seriously, and we are the world's best parents.
We started our visit with the Tavern Ghost Walk which describes all the paranormal happenings in the haunted houses of Colonial Williamsburg. The place does seem kind of haunted. I did not see any ghosts, but I really wanted to. Leila was riveted.
Then we went to Outback Steakhouse, where Leila has been dying to go ever since she started liking steak. It was on a strip of Regular Williamsburg (as opposed to the Colonial part) with every chain restaurant and hotel currently in existence. After that, we went to Dairy Queen, (or, The Haunted Dairy Queen) which was right across the street from a Hooters.
I've never actually been to a Hooters, but I know about the scantily clad waitresses and the weird panty-hose. Leila saw the cartoonish logo and asked, "What's that place?"
"Hooters." I told her.
"What do they serve there?" asked she, probably looking for a back-up steak place.
"Wings," I said, "Owl Wings."
At first, she didn't believe me, but I made a pretty convincing argument given their owl logo and the name Hoooo-ters. I told her they were grilled and deep fried, and kept hitting Rob in the leg so he wouldn't ruin the good feminist* thing I had going. (*I realize this feminism was based on lies and aversion therapy, but I'm okay with that.)
Rob gets nervous when she starts to become enraged with the inhumanity of the world, so he tried to soften my story by saying, "They also serve burgers."
Me: "Yeah, owl burgers."
Leila: "Mom! That's so disgusting!"
Me: "Well, what are they supposed to do with the owl carcass once they cut the wings off? It would be more disgusting if they just wasted it all."
And this is how I have (hopefully) forever associated Hooters with something repugnant and vile in the tender mind of my daughter. See? World's best parent.