Our daughters' performances in restaurants have been inconsistent this year, and critics have weighed in with more than a few rotten tomatoes. Big Sister's tendency is to whine and sigh; Little Sis refuses all menu offerings and then changes her mind. In the second act, she cries loudly, and dramatically. Finally, she is scooped up for a hasty exit, stage left.
Sound fun?
The answer is Take Out.
Except, NO! I want to eat out, darn it! And yes, sometimes with the kids. Sorry to you, YOU, and you at tables nearby. I promise you we're working on the nuances of our characters. And bringing props.
So, I am over at Gearhead Mom today, waxing poetic about some bendable sticks (which got us through breakfast on Sunday).
Check, please!
2 comments:
I liked your waxing, and I love the look of those sticks. Not sure if we have them Down Under, but I'll be searching them out.
Haha! I, too, sometimes want to eat out as a family despite our recent poor track record.
People are so flipping intolerant sometimes!
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