Last night we all had a chance to head out to eat. We chose a lovely Mexican restaurant due to its speed and willingness of the children to eat there.
Sam was showing signs of ravenousness as I handed him chips so I had the waiter bring him out a plate before the rest of us even ordered. That one move probably saved us from a meltdown. He quickly devoured his cheese quesadilla, then he turned his attention to Lydia’s french fries, which she graciously shared with him. I think she could sense it was either share the fries or Sam would devour her arm.
After the fries were gone Sam was still scanning the table for food, so we next turned to Lydia’s chicken fingers. He eventually ate one and a half of those before finally showing signs of slowing down.
Apparently Lydia was content with chips and ketchup.
I finally was able to dig into my own dinner when a strong look of concentration ran across Sam’s face as it turned red. Uh oh. It’s the After Dinner Poop, right on schedule.
Hey, all that food’s got to go somewhere.