That means "Thanks Grandpa!" You see, my Baba might be far away in Baghdad, but last night he treated me and my parents to a delicious dinner at Texas Roadhouse. I guess Baba thought my mom needed a little "meat rehab" after her difficult trip to Tucson. I think it worked- she's much happier today.
I had fun stuffing my face with cheese and potatoes, and playing peek-a-booker with my napkin. It would have been a perfect evening if only the balloon man had visited our table. Even without a balloon hat, it was a pretty fun evening.
Shukran, Baba and Ramadan Kareem to those who celebrate!