I am not fond of taking my kids out to do much of anything.
Not because I’m ashamed of them but because they are such little handfuls. We
were having lunch in a small restaurant out of town one day on our way home
from a brief vacation. The little boys had just turned one so Alex was six.
Anyway, we were sitting at our table feeding the little boys and trying to keep
them under control when Adam took one of his little chicken strip pieces and
tossed it backward over his head. To my mortification it landed in the middle
of a table of ladies having lunch. We packed up everything to go and I
retrieved the chicken strip piece from the middle of the table of ladies and
offered my apologies. They were so gracious and, I think, amused, that they
told us they had all raised children and understood. I picture them laughing
after we left and were out of earshot.
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