Kids Night and Bubbles The Clown

We attempted a Kid's Night at a local restaurant, Monday.

I say "attempted" because the last time we tried this it ended in disaster. Meltdown-central. And like many parents, I told myself I would NEVER go back.

I lied.

So, round-two this week, and this outing turned out to be ok for the most part. For the "most part" would be the key phrase here. Most of our dinner was uneventful, with the exception of four trips to the bathroom by my youngest.

He is either really bored at dinner, or has the tiniest bladder in toddler history.

Kids Night means kids eat free, which is why I like it. They like it because they get a balloon shaped into an animal that they can wear on their head, yet won't fit in the car, and face-paintings that inevitably end up on their pillow. But, hey, it's Kids Night.

Hayden proudly showed me the Colts helmet that Bubbles the clown painted on his hand, then announced, again, that nature was calling. So, his daddy made that familiar walk to the restroom.

Upon returning to the table, my four-year-old was crying. Turns out, he decided to go hand-fishing in the toilet. Why? I'm still asking myself that one. The tears were the result of Hayden's Colts helmet disappearing down the drain after a good hand-scrubbing.

Bubbles the Clown got word of this, and offered to repaint the helmet. She grabbed my hand and said, "Remember these times, Mom, because they go fast." Yet, Hayden got his own piece of advice. Bubbles winked at him and said...

"And no more fishin' in the toilet."