A Real Happy Meal

We got brave today and decided to take the kids out to eat. And not to one of those places with plastic benches, obnoxious music and seizure inducing wild print carpet meant to hide vomit and their own set of health codes that allow them to operate with high levels of fecal and bacterial contamination.

No, an actual restaurant.

And considering all I had for entertainment for them was a box of chalk and one plastic phone, they did extremely well. We did not one time call attention to ourselves or have to run to the bathroom to hide, clean or cry.

Oh, and I got to drink an alcoholic beverage, which of course makes any outing with the kids that more enjoyable.