Pizza

I must have suffered a severe blow to the head because I took my husband up on the offer to go out to dinner tonight.

Did I forget the screaming and bouncing 2 year old who accompanied us to the Chinese restaurant?

Or the time she declared the Thai food in the Noodles restaurant to be "STINKY POOPS! STINKY POOPS!" (That's the worst smell she could think of.)

Upon being seated at the Pizzeria, Eve immediately confiscated the pepper, salt and red pepper flakes. She began to shake them upon her napkin. She had several napkins because she took all our napkins as well. Normally a grown person can stand up to a 2 year old and get the napkins back, but after you see what she does to them, you really don't want them back.

There was a silver springy contraption in the middle of the table which held several specials that the restaurant had to offer. Eve immediately ripped out the offers and began licking the contraption, which we promptly stopped.

After eating chicken nuggets, french fries and noodles, she screamed "Mine! Mine!" upon seeing that Dan and I ordered pizza for ourselves. It's hard to eat pizza with someone screaming in your ear, but it can be done. I'm that talented.

Throughout the dinner she eyed the food at other tables and declared that she should also have "JUICE! JUICE". The poor table next to us was celebrating a birthday. Lucky for them, we have our own personal lover of birthdays who noticed that she was not partaking of "BIRDAY CAKE! WAN SOM BIRDAY CAKE."

One day, Dan and I will see a young couple sitting in a pizzeria with a toddler and smile appreciatively at them. But for today, that couple is us. We're ordering in next time.