These People

Who are ALWAYS a wrong breeze away from this:

Went and surprised us yesterday.

"Should we go out to eat?"
"Really? Um, maybe."
"We could try. We can always leave."
"Yeah, okay."
"Where should we go?"
"We only have two restaurants we go to."
"Yeah, let's get a steak."

We walk in pushing the double stroller, discussing what a poor choice that was, ask for a table for six--two highchairs, two booster chairs please. And then we shuffle off to the side to wait because we imagine it may take a minute to get that together, and we need to coordinate getting this stroller out of here. Boys are seated. One girl is given to me, and Patric begins to take the other girl in the stroller back to the car to put it away while we wait. But then they call us.

Huh?

We get the same table every single time we come here. It is in the back; it is by the wait station; and the couple of booths that they don't fill so that their staff can sit down are right there. This is fine with us. We do really try to minimize the attention we get when we're out. So when we trooped off to the table they called us for through all of the people to get to the back of the restaurant, Patric abandoned the stroller in the middle of the room thinking he would plop down a girl and run back out. Except here we were with a table set up for six adult people, no booster seats and no highchairs. He begins getting a little steamy. So the six of us stood around the table staring at it. Our black-clad hostess asks did we need a high chair? Um, yeah, we said...oh never mind. So we stood in the middle of the restaurant waiting. One highchair is presented and two booster seats. They can't find the other highchair. Three children are seated, and I stand with a girl. Patric takes off with the stroller. A few musical chairs, an unending wait, a stroller shuffled back off to the car, and we're seated.

Here's the fun part. We had a great meal. The children ate. We ate. We even had half a conversation. No one screamed. The waitress wasn't dripping with hatred. No one threw anything on the floor or spilled any cups. No dishes were broken. Nicholas danced a little in his chair. The ladies smiled. It was nice. And at the end of the meal, a woman approached us and said she just wanted us to know that she had really enjoyed her meal and that she was very impressed with how organized we were. Another woman leaned over and told me that I have beautiful children.

Yes. Yes we do have beautiful children.