I decided to eat out tonight with my toddlers. Without my husband.
Am I crazy? Maybe. Did we make our waitress crazy? You bet.
Just beacuse you hand my kids crayons when we walk in, don’t expect them to sit silently, nursing their inner baby-Picasso.
They are still going to demand lemonade, forget to say please, yell hello to EVERY OTHER CHILD IN THE RESTAURANT, beg for ice cream and give the occasional high five to the passing manager.
It is hard to find restaurants that actually WANT me and my sweet babies to take a table. Having a kids menu doesn’t mean that the wait staff isn’t drawing straws in the back to avoid coming to my table.
The good news is…my little ones actually behaved for me tonight. It was, in fact, delightful…well, except for the energetic screaming. I swear.
Maybe we will head out again tomorrow 🙂