We generally eat out about once a week–sometimes less when we’re at home and definitely more when we’re traveling. Since our house has been on the market, we’ve been eating at restaurants a lot more for the sole purpose that I don’t want to mess up our immaculate kitchen.
During one of our dinner outings, we were starving and our order was taking forever. When it finally arrived, we were ready to eat…except Hadley had not yet received her chicken pot pie.
Bode started to dive in when I reprimanded him [while also grabbing a wonton from my salad].
“Bode, what’s the polite thing to do? We wait to eat until everyone has been served.”
“Mom, but YOU took a bite.”
“I never said I was polite.”
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