We took the opportunity to take Grammy and the girls to a fine dining restaurant (actually steakhouse). Daddy and I had no expectations and discussed leaving if it became necessary. I did some role-playing with both Samantha and Sofia to clarify what was okay and what wasn't. I pretended to be the server and quizzed them on what polite responses were. No, it is not okay to yell... The only food you eat with your fingers is the bread... Silverware is for putting food in your mouth... You know, the kind of stuff you don't think to explain to your kid and than act befuddled that they just don't seem to know that making a fort under the table isn't a great idea.
This is our self-portraits on the way to the restaurant.
As for the actual dinner... The girls were not into it but tolerated it well! (I bribed them by promising to play their "Shopkeeper" game and be a frequent customer.) I thanked everyone at the restaurant for indulging me and I promise it will be many, many years before I suggest it again.
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