We went out to a nice dinner, which seemed like it was a casual place from the outside. When we got inside, it was all quiet, candle-lit, and dressed up people. I was ill at ease, but the host and the waitress were very friendly and didn't give us a bit of stink-eye from bringing a two year old at all.
We were on red alert, trying to make sure Violet didn't do anything too crazy or loud. She actually was extraordinarily well behaved throughout. She ate moderately well, didn't drop anything on the floor--as far as I saw, anyway-- and generally kept her antics to our table.
She caught me with a really random bit of imagination, though. She looked me right in the face and said, "You're a candle," and blew in my face to "blow me out." Hilarious.
After dinner, as we were walking out, Violet said aloud to the quiet restaurant, "Goodbye everybody." Maybe it's parental bias, but I thought that was super cute. It stung a bit that absolutely no one waved or said "bye" back. I don't want my kiddo's sweetness stomped out of her by a bunch of stodgy old folks, so I was very loud in my praise. "Good job!" I boomed, "That was soo nice of you to say good bye to everyone." I meant it. It was nice.
The cuteness has left the building, you can all return to your previously schedule boring dinners.
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