Shrieks and screams, clattering silver, flying food. Feeding time at the zoo maybe? Not quite. A highschool cafeteria? I think not. I have just described to you dining out in a restaurant with my three children. My husband and I have recently come to the very unfortunate conclusion that eating dinner out (or any meal for that matter), with my three little darlings is not as appetizing as it once was. I used to love the thought of us all gussied up to go out. Let’s face it, eating any entrée that isn’t made of 100% ground round is always appealing to me. Along came child number three. That’s where the thought ended and reality set in. Who do we think we are? Parents of three or more children should be outlawed from dining in restaurants that don’t serve drinks in a mouse head cup. It goes against nature. It just should not happen, and chances are it will not happen. You put together two adults and one toddler, maybe two and your dining experience is not exactly a night at the Rainbow Room but it is definitely, manageable. You throw in one hungry, exclusively breastfed six-month old, and you’re lucky if you make it out of there without committing a felony.
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