On Sunday we went to dinner with our children. We decided on vegetarian Indian. This has never been a good idea. In the best of circumstances, dining out with my children is an experience worth missing. It's not the dining part. They have nice manners, when they choose to use them. The children are pleasant company, and can make interesting conversation. No, it is the ordering. At a familiar restaurant, they can spend half an hour or more just to decide they will have the same entrees they always have. At a new restaurant, they spend that half hour debating what to order with a million questions. So, place us at a restaurant with a type of food they generally do not eat, and OH MY GOD!
One further fly in the ointment, toss in my in-laws, especially my dad-in-law. He's amazing, but his world is very ordered and controlled. You can imagine what it's like to throw three children into that nicely ordered world. We can watch the tension creep as the kids cannot decide what to order. It creeps ever higher when they don't like the foods they've chosen, not to mention his amazement at the amount of food they eat.
An interesting experience for all observing.
The most interesting part of the evening, after all was said and done, and all leftovers packed up to come home, each kid said they'd go back to that restaurant again. Seriously?!
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