Our visit to Santa was pretty uneventful. William was neither overly excited nor frightened by his presence. He very matter-of-factly said, "Hi, Santa." He then sat on his lap and was all business.
"Um, toys please. Trucks, please."
Santa said, "Have you been a good boy?"
"Um, toys please. Trucks, please."
Santa said, "Have you been a good boy?"
"Yeah."
And that was pretty much it.
And that was pretty much it.
But the real story of the night was how well-behaved William was afterward when we went to an upscale adult restaurant for dinner. Brian received a gift certificate to Palomino for his birthday and although our sitter for his birthday dinner isn't lined up until Friday night we decided to give it a shot.
You could see the looks tossed our way by the other patrons as the hostess led us to our table with highchair in hand. I, too, was apprehensive but I came armed with Cherrios. William isn't normally terrible in restaurant settings. He's just two and he's impatient and when he's hungry or bored he lets everyone know about it. But this evening he was quieter than some of the adults in the room.
A few times I didn't think it was my son. Or perhaps it was my son but he was getting sick? At any rate our presence was barely made known which is just how I like it. An older woman even complimented us on our young gentleman as she was getting up to leave.
For at least one night our family felt prim and proper. It was a perfect family birthday dinner for Brian. But I have a feeling I'll still enjoy our toddler-free evening on Friday night a bit more.
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