“Mom, I don’t WANNA eat here,” Kendall whined.
“Well, it’s not your anniversary, is it?” I chimed back.
We took the kids to dinner with us last night for our 6th anniversary. No biggie. I think we took them to dinner last year, too.
It’s just that we are in a particular time in our lives, with the kids being the ages they are, that is basically the exact worst time to haul 2 kids out to eat. Kendall suddenly has passionate opinions about everything and is quite the contrarian. Leyna is too old to be contained by a highchair and too young to be bribed.
A new “tortilla factory” that also offers a full menu of Tex-Mex options opened near by. It’s not very fancy at all, but I chose it because I figured they’d have kid-pleasing food there… and beer. Plus, “not fancy” is exactly what we have to aim for when taking the 2 of them anywhere.
Kendall requested a cheese quesadilla, which is just cheese melted between two tortillas, for those of you not familiar. It’s quite the staple of kids menus ’round these parts… except at this place. A tortilla factory.
“We’re not allowed to make quesadillas,” both the cashier AND the manager assured me. Yes, they had tortillas (clearly), cheese, and a grill, but could not melt the cheese between the tortillas on their grill inside a Tex-Mex restaurant to accommodate our request. So I decided to order my kid a cheese enchilada, which is cheese, wrapped in a corn tortilla, covered in red sauce.
Looking back, I wonder if I should have requested a cheese enchilada in a flour tortilla with no sauce?
“I don’t LIKE this food!” Kendall protested when the plate was set in front of him.
“Of course you don’t,” I muttered under my breath with a smile.
We spent approximately 15 minutes shoveling food in our mouths, while I chugged my Corona like a college girl, visibly worn out from a day of battles with the kids.
Scott had the job of keeping Leyna from scaling the booth and banging on the windows, and keeping the box of napkins away from her.
We tried to have a conversation about things people typically talk about on their anniversary, but we kept circling back to:
Stop that. No. Sit down. Please use your quiet voice. You don’t have to eat all of it, but you have to try it. You’re going to be hungry tonight. When we get home, you’re going straight to bed. Did you? Oh no. Give me that cup. STOP PLAYING WITH THE NAPKINS.
Oh romance and real life, when will you ever be friends?
Don’t take too much pity on me. It was actually a perfectly lovely day, as a whole. If I forget the entire restaurant scene and just burn this image into my mind, it was downright dreamy.