That was the first time that nobody cried!

Last night the six of us went to dinner at one of our favorite neighborhood Mexican restaurants. We had an absolutely wonderful dinner. Everyone behaved, ate well, and was generally cheerful. Maybe it had something to do with the naps yesterday -- Will's was 3 1/2 hours, and Helen's was 4 1/2 hours. But whatever it was, it was lovely. Really, we couldn't have had a better time.

As we were in the car leaving, Joseph exclaimed from his back seat, "That was the first time that nobody cried!" Was he right? We go out to eat a lot. Does someone cry or whine or throw a fit every single time we go? At the least, it has apparently been so long that we can't remember the last meal that no one cried. If eating out is so miserable, why do we keep going? Is it because we are determined not to be those people that won't go anywhere because we have small children, or is it because I don't like to cook, or is it because we don't really have time to cook?

All I know is that I hope this trend of cry/whine/fit-free dining out continues.

P.S. We had lunch today at Luby's. Helen had one fit and I had to take her outside. But she rebounded well upon our return, and everyone once again had a pretty nice meal.