Restaurants with the Austins

After a fun Saturday afternoon at the pool we decided to go to Panda Express for dinner. Just as with other trips to restaurants, we made quite a mess. This mess, however, was particularly bad. Emboldened by her growing table manners and our insisting that she was a “big girl”, Annie decided to handle her ice-cold water with one hand. After we stripped her of her soaked clothes, and failed to find any dry replacements in the car we resumed our beef broccoli and kung pow with Annie in nothing but her princess undies. Meanwhile, Ethan was struggling to get his fried rice and chow mein from his plate to his mouth. My rough estimate is that around 42% made it. The rest ended up in his high chair and on the floor. The area around our table promptly began to attract flies. Soon a diligent employee made his way to our table. Without a word, he revealed a large, orange CAUTION cone and placed it directly in front of our table. After returning with a mop and cleaning supplies, he proceeded to clean up the mess. One glance at each other and Cami and I burst out into exuberant laughter, solidifying the other patrons’ beliefs that we were white trash. In my best Alabama, accent I boasted to the employee, “At the last place we went, they’s had tuh put yella tape ‘round our table.”