So it's come to this

John and I had a lovely, unhurried lunch out together on Wednesday while both of the children were at school. Classes start back up next week, so who knows when we'll get this kind of break again. Although it's hard to put a finger on just what made it feel so special, I can guarantee that it was not the sparkling conversation. As evidenced in the following exchange:

J: ... like when Mr Potato Head does himself up as Picasso.
N: Oh, right, that's where the "What are you looking at you hockey puck?" line comes in.
J: laughs, remembering

Extra credit for identifying the movie. This is an easy one.