So, since it's Friday night and the end of a very long, tiring week of work, I thought it would be a great idea to take the kids out for pizza tonight. I wish I would've thought about it a little more before we actually spent 20+ minutes getting them into coats, boots, hats, gloves, etc. The first five minutes at the restaurant were somewhat enjoyable, but the warm glow of not having to cook and clean up a meal as well as the rare treat of being in a social setting soon faded.
No sooner did our bread sticks and drink arrive than Jacksen decided he wanted some root beer like Megan. So, his sweet big sister let him drink from her root beer bottle. All was well until he started dancing in his seat and spilled the root beer all over the seat and his coat. Jacksen pretty much spent the rest of the meal pouting because he was no longer allowed to dance in his seat.
About five minutes later, just when our pizza was served, Kellan dropped his cup of milk..straw and all...onto the floor under the table. Not only did I feel obligated to pass my drink (nope, nothing alcoholic) on to Kellan, but we spent the rest of the meal reminding Megan not to step in the milk under the table.
Finally, as we were literally begging Jacksen and Kellan to finish eating so we could get out of the darn restaurant, Kellan picked up my glass and accidentally dropped it on the table. It broke...loudly...and ice went all over the table.
I have no doubt it will be awhile before we take the kiddos out for another meal....
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