My mother turned a year older earlier this week.
There was a family dinner, but my group and my youngest brother’s group could not make it.
We are all about making it, but this week was just crazy.
I called my mother yesterday to ask if we could take her to dinner, but my youngest brother beat me to it and was already taking her on a hot dinner date.
Well, it was likely his wife who beat me to it as my brother is not one to schedule a birthday dinner. He possibly bought his wife nothing for their anniversary this year.
So, we ended up tagging along with them and taking my mother to a so-sorry-we-missed-your-birthday-dinner-the-other-night-but-we-hope-this-makes-up-for-it dinner.
She forgave us.
Especially after the flan.
If you run into our group at a restaurant, it might look a little something like this.
That is the back of my head.
Clearly I am debating with my brother.
Probably about something super important like why flan is not like cheesecake.
Yes, I allow my children to play with toys at the table when we go to a restaurant.
And sometimes we go back into the restaurant in a complete panic hoping that we can find a forgotten lego man.
Your super important takeaway today- without family, you’ve got nothing.
And always pack some toys for the kids.