Get this: on Friday night, we went out to
dinner with the girls, and it was actually quite tolerable. "Enjoyable"
would be a stretch, but we didn't leave feeling like we'd
just undergone some kind of military stress test. (As has happened on
many a past restaurant outing, as longtime readers will recall.) And
we'd gotten to eat out on a Friday night without having to factor the
price of a babysitter into the equation. We even ordered drinks! We
felt downright European.
The main reason it worked is because it was 6:15,
and there was basically no one else in the restaurant -- just one other
table of people on the other side of the room, and a few people at the
bar, including and older couple who beamed and waved at the girls the
whole time. Either they really liked little kids, they were
happily snookered, or some combination of both. So we didn't feel *too*
terrible and mortified each time Elsa screamed I WANT MORE ICE! or I
WANT SOME OF DAT! or WOW, I LIKE CUCUMBAS, MOMMY!!!! I WANT SOME MORE!
(The girl loves food. All of it. Loudly. She's like Dom Deluise
reincarnated in the body of blond two-and-a-half year old girl.)
Would you attempt to take this child out to a crowded restaurant?
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