Fine Dining...

Tonight we celebrated Scott's birthday together. We went to Fleming's Steakhouse. It's easy and they have a great kid's filet that Miles loves. We have no problem taking Miles to a 'nice' restaurant because we have done this since he was a little guy. If you don't take kids to nicer places when they are young they don't learn how to behave at places like this. I'll never forget when we moved back and I went to playdate with someone and she told me that they only took their kids to the Village Inn and El Chico because it was easy and I thought hmm...good luck with that. Miles isn't the easiest sometimes. He's squirmy and talks loudly sometimes, but he will never learn how to eat at a Fleming's or a Legal Seafood (not in Tulsa) or at a Stonehorse or wherever if we don't expose him to places like this. It's doing him a disservice. So, anyway, tonight Miles was in rare form. The family next to us ordered a martini and Miles announces, "is that shaken, not stirred, Moneypenny?" Where does he get this? There was a gentleman next to us talking at the top of his lungs. I think he had had way too much to drink and Miles wanted to go over and tell him to be quiet...we discouraged that. When I ordered chocolate mousse cake (yes I fell off of the weight watchers train tonight) he asked me if it was really MOOSE and then he told me it looked like moose poop. So, it wasn't our best night out, but in the end, a learning experience. You can't win 'em all, but it wasn't a loosing night either!