Luke and Liam are generally well-behaved. Liam approaches angelic on most days. Luke is certainly no worse than your average two-year old.
Yesterday we all went to Memphis for a little shopping. Shortly after 7pm we had secured a table at the Outback Steakhouse in Cordova. Liam was sitting in his high chair, quietly munching on sweet potato puffs, his favorite. Luke had ants in his pants. He couldn’t be still. He would periodically disappear under the table and reappear on the other side or with one of the many toys Liam had dropped. Cassie and I were getting a bit frustrated with him.
Shortly, a little old lady walked by our table on her way out of the restaurant. Her table had been situated such that she couldn’t see Luke, just Liam. She stopped and said, “It’s such a pleasure to see a well-behaved child.” Luke had recently departed on one of his trips under the table. I smiled and said, “Thank you.” That could have been the end of the conservation, but Cassie just couldn’t help herself. She smiled and said, “We have a two year-old under the table.” Luckily the little old lady had a good sense of humor and found the situation hilarious.
Unfortunately for us, things went downhill from there. Liam was well past due for a nap. Luke had only managed a thirty minute nap, well short of his standard hour and a half. I’m glad the little old lady wasn’t there to see it.