I guess I should find out, and report back. I’ve been so out of it, I haven’t even really been paying attention to e-mail. Obama could have ordered house-to-house confiscation, and I doubt I’d have realized. Definitely haven’t been reading blogs. Many thanks to my guest bloggers for helping fill in for me while I was gone. Normal blogging will resume as soon as I figure out what I’ve been missing.
But one story I will link to is from Marko, and I have to say, after that long flight back from Hawaii, bravo. My parents took the same approach, and even when we were older, it was mostly Imperial Pizza for the family. No fancy places for us.
Same here, we didn’t go anywhere “fancy” until my parents thought we were old enough to handle it. Hell, I didn’t even fly until I was 18.
My wife and I took the same approach with our kids. We didn’t take them to restaurants until they were at least 3 or 4 years old, and if they had to leave the table, they didn’t go anywhere without my wife or I holding their hand. No wandering about the place for them. Screaming resulted in instant removal from the restaurant; one of us would take the offending child to the car while the rest of the family continued dinner.
It’s sad that many parents are so worried about themselves, that they care little about doing the right thing not only for their children (teaching them how to behave in public), but also for others in the name of even the slightest bit of etiquette.
Good for you.
One can be too connected to all the events happening in the world. One can be too consumed by or with it all, and one can substantially lower one’s quality of life by such total immersion.
Glad you had a nice time.
I think our daughter was about eight months old when we stopped going out to proper sitdown restaurants with her–and about 3 1/2 before we resumed taking her with us. It was unfortunate, but we weren’t going to ruin our meal by having to leave early, or ruin anyone else’s meal by staying.
America is dying.
As Dad to a 6 and 4, totally agree. Take ’em out. I don’t care how hungry you are, you gotta man up, do your job.
Sigh. Do your job. We could probably boil down the problems in this country to those three words. They seem to apply everywhere.