Out to Dinner with the Kids and the Old Folks

When Munchkin Girl was little, I would have preferred to poke out my own eyeballs rather than go out to dinner with her.  She yelled, she squirmed, she kicked, and of course she wouldn't eat a thing, even after we paid $5 for her grilled cheese.

At three and a half, she now begs us to "go to a restaurant" so last night Hubby and I decided to treat the kids to dinner out.  We arrived at 5:15, which seemed reasonable because we like to get Little Buddy in bed by 7.  However, as we looked around the almost empty restaurant, I couldn't help laughing.  We have now beaten even the old folks to the restaurant.  They started streaming in around 5:45, and by that point we already had the Crayons out, Cheerios all over the floor, torn napkins strewn all about the table and Hubby and I were wolfing down our burgers.  By 6:00 we asked for the check and boom!  In and out in less than an hour, just as the old folks were sitting down to their meals.  It's an odd feeling since it doesn't seem that long ago that we were in college and ordering pizza at 2am. 

Right as we were getting ready to leave, I said to Hubby, "Going out to dinner with the kids might be slightly crazy, but at least Little Buddy is way better at restaurants than she ever was at this age."

Daddy nodded and smiled at Munchkin Girl.  "Absolutely," he said.  "No doubt about that."

At that moment, she looked up, "Daddy, I have to go poooooop."

Hubby acted like she was suddenly on fire.  He practically threw her in my arms.  "That sounds like a great job for Mommy," he said.   I think Hubby is allergic to taking Munchkin Girl to poop on the big girl toilet.

We both laughed.  Some things never change.  Munchkin Girl still didn't eat her dinner, and even though she only poops once every couple of days, of COURSE she would choose to poop at a restaurant where they have one small bathroom.  Yes, going out to dinner is still hassle, but it sure is fun now.