Mommy took the family out to dinner last night -- haven't been to the Olive Garden in at least a year, and we just wanted to get out. Casey skipped his nap and apparently spent the afternoon giggling. I'm not sure what he thought was so funny, but after the first 20 minutes I'd been home, I started to think that maybe it was the oxygen deprivation. That stuff's hilarious. So yeah, let's take the Joker here to a restaurant, great idea.
As it turned out, he was well behaved once we were there. Except for the moment when he decided to try his crayons on a soup bowl instead of his paper placemat, I didn't feel any discipline was required, and that's a smashing success for a restaurant outing these days.
But we weren't pushing our luck either, so we weren't about to linger once his considerable appetite for breadsticks ran out. We asked the waitress to box up our food to go. Casey was back to coloring happily when she started removing plates, and as soon as she lifted mommy's ravioli from the table, Casey stopped coloring, whipped his head up, and shouted, "Hey, give that back!"
Where'd THAT come from?
Anyway, lessons on politeness can come later. Today I'm proud he's standing up for himself, protecting his family's food, and speaking in surprisingly well-formed sentences while he does it. Gold star, Casey.
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