A few Saturdays ago we went out for dinner with our friend Sanjae and his wife.
At Waterloo Ice House, we opted for the kid's meals for the boys. Unfortunately they were not too thrilled with the homemade mac-n-cheese. I, however, loved it.
So after a dinner that consisted of picking up the crayons Joey kept dropping between bites... and sometimes even chews... We piled up the leftovers into a styrofoam container and headed toward the door.
Before we got to the door Irene tripped over a step, the contents of the container dumped out all over the floor. I stood guard while holding Joey and keeping Milo by the arm while Irene went to get help from one of the servers.
A kind lady from a nearby table grabbed a napkin and started to clean up our mess. While being appreciative, I told her that my wife was notifying the waitstaff and that we would be fine. Milo, on the other hand... seemed to take over foreman duties and began to point our ever piece of mac-n-cheese that she missed....
"And here... and here...and here"
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