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War Stories

Kids. Restaurants.

Sometimes the two just don't mix. What's your funniest or most dire story?

Soon I'll have a nifty form posted here for your submissions. In the meantime, please email me your war stories. What happened? How did you handle the situation? Your post will be kept completely anonymous.

Share your strategies so we can laugh along with you—and that we all might learn and be able to go out comfortably with our kids. Rest assured I will NOT post your contact information.

Here we go. Let the dishing begin.....

Menu-Smacking: The Lost Dr. Spock Chapter?

Let me start this War Story by stating we never made it into the restaurant.

I picked up G from his sitter after work today. I was very very tired. He was arching his back did not want to get in the car and go, wanted to play "owtdide!" I did a little song and dance to get him laughing and off we went.

He proceeded to raise total hell for the 20-minute rush hour traffic ride home....LOUD fake-fit-throwing crying. I'm talkin' I tried to drown him out with the radio and he just cranked it up a notch or two. Red light after red light. He was slowly but surely breakin' down the ole nervous system.

I tried singing every song i could think of (to which he responded NO!!). I tried to ask him questions, carry on a conversation. The last straw was when i had Lily's Pizza on the phone, trying to order a take-out pizza for dinner. He hit maximum volume, so i couldn't hear. I had to hang up the phone.

That is when i lost it :) I reached back and smacked him over the head with the take-out menu and screamed at the top of my lungs, "STOP IT!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME???? THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!!"

He stopped, looked at me like, "Dope...I think she's serious!," and he immediately started humming a little song and looking out the window. And then blew me a kiss!! That's unsettling ;)

Confessions of a menu-smacking mom :) volume 1

Baby A Raises Cain. Parents Freak.

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