Okay, we are not eating out anymore. Not even a casual restaurant. You know how you go to restaurants and see the kids sitting quietly in their high chairs, maybe with a little food on their face? Well, Olivia is not that kid.
It's bad enough that she whines for soda if someone at the table orders soda (don't get me started. This is a debate between Spencer and me.) Now she has started whining/screaming for beer or any other liquid that arrives at the table.
A dinner out inevitably becomes an evening of taking turns walking Olivia around outside while the other person eats by him or herself. (Hmmm, eating out is starting to sound good -- the part where we get to eat by ourself, that is.)
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