After the excitement of the Christmas program, my parents took us for dinner at Pizza Hut. The boys were happy enough at first, coloring and playing with calculators (which oddly enough rival brooms at the top of their list of favorite things). But then disaster struck, in the form of a monster fit by Liam. It just wasn't his night last night. He kicked, hit, screamed, cried, and threw things -- which prompted me to drag his naughty butt out of there and put him in the car. Loni was nice enough to get Max bundled up and bring him out, then it was home and straight to bed for the boys. This morning, Mike told Liam that we can't take him to any more restaurants until he can behave properly. As you can imagine, that went over well.
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