Yesterday we went with our friends Kelli and Joe to see Horton Hears a Who. It was a really cute movie and I think everyone enjoyed it, minus the weird Japanese animation scene. Afterwards we went to one of our favorite Mexican joints, Berry Hill, for dinner. The table we ended up sitting at was on the path to the restroom. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. But, tonight we obviously chose the wrong one.
As most of you know, Cavett is a wiggle worm when it comes to sitting in a chair. He takes a long time to eat, but at least he can hover around his chair for an extended period of time without too much of a struggle. As he was half on/half off of his chair, a lady was on her way to the restroom and stopped to "talk" to him. She said that she was a pediatric nurse and that he needed to sit in his chair. She didn't want him to fall. Stephen said "Thank you" several times and eventually she made her way to the bathroom. On the way back, she made a few more comments about not wanting him to be in danger before going back to her table. Mind you, he had one foot on the ground and this wasn't a tall chair.
Not 15 minutes later and a few more drinks, she headed to the bathroom again. Once again, she stopped to tell us what we were doing wrong as parents. After shooing her away again, Stephen had a discussion with the manager. He mentioned that he had several complaints from a few other parents and said he would cut her off.
This time she was in the bathroom for quite some time--maybe 15 minutes. When she came out, her fly was down and she had more to say trying to get Cavett to sit down in his chair. When she put her hands on Cavett, I had enough. Stephen stood up and forcefully told her to leave. She proceeded to tell us that she should call CPS for such bad parenting. Stephen said that after she finished the 12th step, then she could tell us how to parent. We had a good laugh as our child-less friends watched us with this ordeal.
Funny thing was, a couple of minutes later, Cavett did fall down. He was just fine and brushed it off. Then we even let him stand up in his chair and do a little dance. I guess we are bad parents.....