It appears that Z is not familiar with the concept of a waitress. I’ll admit, for his first two years, we never took him and his brother to a restaurant. Too. Much. Work. In the last few months though, we’ve realized that order-at-the-counter Mexican or breakfast joints are a lot of fun with the boys.
Last night, Nic was having a slumber party with his Noni and Auntie, so we decided to take Z out for dinner. The Red Robin commercials during Project Runway have really gotten to me and I had to try those bottomless steak fries. Z sucked down an entire chocolate shake and ate some fries while Shaun and I enjoyed our burgers without having to run too much toddler interference.
It was all going great until our waitress cleared Z’s plate. “That girl took my red plate!” He shouted. And then he was inconsolable. He couldn’t get his head around why this girl who had been so nice would steal his plate with his three remaining steak fries. I’m just glad we had already paid the check and could head straight to the door.
It looks like we’ll have to start frequenting restaurants where we don’t bus our own dishes!