Dinner out, at the

Dinner out, at the Mexican restaurant, with kids

So, last night, hubby and I took the family and went out to dinner. Nope, we weren't drunk, or under the influence of mind altering drugs. Nor were we looking for punishment. We were, however, the recepients of a very generous free dinner for all, courtesy of the owner of said restaurant, in thanksgiving for a great deal from the hubster on the financing of a car.
Our kids were no better or worse than usual. In fact, looking around the restaurant, it appears that our kids were shockingly normal. Every parent was participating in the same conversation:
"Sit down! Stop looking around. I don't care if you don't like beans - eat them anyway. Do you want a spanking?" Um, yeah, like some kid is going to say "Why, yes, thank you. I'd love a spanking!" "Listen to your mother. Wait for your dad - he'll take you to the bathroom. Stop flinging rice. That's how real Mexican food tastes. No, Taco Bell is not real Mexican food."

I think if we went sans kids, we wouldn't have a thing to say!