I needed one today. The husband and I first went to my bank, then to his bank, and while there got a call from the son that Sam had put on his hat and shoes and was sitting by the front door, wanting a road trip. We met halfway for lunch, though only Sam, the husband, and I ate. The son is down 6 pants sizes and has learned, gasp, to only eat when he’s hungry. The steak / chicken / burger joint has a kid’s play area and a sort of petting zoo (though not really, as in you pet through the fence and don’t go into the pens) adjacent. There were two goats, but the one sunning on the stepstool made me laugh, and the rooster had a hen, as did the peacock who was scarfing up fries dropped on the outdoor eating area’s floor. There was also a calf in the pen with the goats, and a donkey with the horse. Thankfully, Sam didn’t notice the sandbox.