A few nights ago I was making dinner for the family, and called to check and see if crab cakes would sit well by most. M. laughed and said that The Beetle and Mr. J had been begging for "Krabby Patties" for lunch after a jag of SpongeBob, and had been saddened to hear that they didn't really exist. Little did they know what lay in store. She told them we were having a surprise for dinner, and T brought down some burger rolls and raw spinach to complete the illusion. I made a little magic sauce (ketchup and mayo), and I swear, it blew their minds. In your face, Squidward!