We went down to the pond the other day to feed the geese. In typical toddler tyrant fashion, Diego directed me the entire way to the pond from his stroller/throne.
When I was a waitress, I despised families. Families ranked up there with the worst potential restaurant patrons.
No one likes to admit this, but everybody says a bad word at one point or another.
Let’s face it. Eating out with small children can take the expert skill of an undercover military-grade operation to coordinate.