Going out to dinner with my family has never been a relaxing experience. From the first time we went out to dinner with a baby in tow to the food-dropping/temper-tantrum toddler stage and now into the burping/"is that all there is?" older boy stage I simply gave up on relaxing.
Even going out to dinner with Brett I still worry about what the boys are doing to each other and to the house. For good reason sometimes.
Yet for some crazy reason I still persist in taking my family out to dinner despite the moans and groans over going to a sit-down restaurant instead of McDonald's. Or the pouting when I won't give a kid my breadstick and insist on eating it myself. How selfish, right?
But I love my boys and I am confident that one day they will successfully be able to eat in a restaurant with good manners.
Well... I hope so.
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