Thursday we celebrated Lauren’s 18th birthday. Have YOU ever taken four teenagers out to dinner? If you have, you know that it is a heck of a way to spend an evening. Ben had a headache and was crabby, Josh’s allergies were bothering him so he was crabby, Josh and Liz were bickering again (Dr. Phil…can’t you come over and help?) and poor Lauren was just trying to hold on. By the time we got to the restaurant I was ready to string them all up just on principal.
When we got inside we were told that we would have to wait for 10 minutes, I was just waiting for the fighting to start again. Thankfully the Good Lord took pity on me and we were called almost immediately. Of course, they put all 5 of us at a table for 4. Good Grief. Knowing what I do, I grabbed crayons and kids menus on the way past the station and passed them out when we sat down. There was an almost immediate change in the atmosphere at the table.
I was just about ready for my own table by the time they brought the food. Thankfully while they were loud and having fun, it didn’t completely deteriorate into juvenile bathroom humor. You did notice I said completely, right?