Out to dinner with the kids means actually eating with the kids. (I know!)
It never gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling that you got from watching the Huxtables.
The conversation usually centers on a) if the pasta can come without sauce b) if they can get juice c) distribution of said juice d) constant reminders to sit in their chairs and use basic manners e) that the well intentioned vegetables–cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes–on the side of their plates WILL NOT ATTACK.*
But sometimes it’s good for a laugh.
Miss M: “I burped, Ema!”
Me: “Say, ‘Excuse me.'”
Miss M: “Excuse me, Ema! I burped!”
* This is why I generally cater to their tastes for Shabbat and make sure there is a baked sweet potato or cooked carrots; avocado chunks, sliced cucumber, or peas. Makes things easier. If we don’t have to have guests they have to try a new food, although nothing that involves visible herbs or anything like that.