I have a secret, I told The Boy as we headed to the office.
Really? he replied.
Yes, I said. Tomorrow is April 1st – new month, new budget. We’re going to eat dinner at the Twisted Root!
Hmmm, he said. How is that a secret? I mean, isn’t a secret supposed to be, well, a secret? Who are we keeping this information from?
I think you need to learn the definition of a secret, baby. Going out to dinner isn’t even really a surprise.
Fine. Whatever.
I had a secret. So now that I’ve told everyone, I guess it’s a well-known secret.
I love Twisted Root, particularly since I don’t have to drive to Deep Ellum to enjoy it anymore, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.