Infographic: Time Spent in Restaurant with Toddler

Yes, some of us are brave-slash-stupid enough to try this time and time again.

Because sharing is caring, as I tell my kids. (Except my wine. Never my wine.)
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Candy Kirby

Candy Kirby is the founder of The Laughing Stork and a professional fun-maker who will never stop chasing her lifelong dream: to find the Pomeranian or porn star after whom her parents must have named her. A humor columnist for Disney, Nickelodeon, Scary Mommy, Reductress and Redbook, she also used to be a staff writer for the soap opera, The Bold and the Beautiful, where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. Candy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young kids and three rescue Persian cats, the latter of whom are the real brains behind this operation (so send all complaints to them).

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  • Since becoming a parent, my definition of ‘restaurant’ has been severely altered. Three years ago, we refused to even step into a McD for coffee. Now we’ll happily compliment each other on a successful trip to a McDonald’s restaurant. ~sigh~

  • You forgot taking him to the bathroom 9 times during the meal. Not to poo/pee but to maybe pee, then pee again, then try to force some pee but hey the soap dispenser is cool so let’s go back again as soon as you sit down ready to eat.

    All while dad sits there, eats, and plays with his iPhone—jerk.