Everyone has their own parenting style right?
Sometimes as a parent we are in public, eating with our kids and spouse and a child decides to complain about the food you ordered for them, so what do you do?
We were recently eating at a restaurant , it was an hour before closing and we each placed our order. Our oldest 9 y/o did not want to eat at the restaurant and I said “well son sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do, because in this world we live in we can’t please everyone and not everyone is going to be happy with a decision you make” he still decided to complain, he wanted something else, and it was just the place we chose since it was 9:30 at night, me & my husband were already exhausted from work that day & just wanted to eat and go home.
We chose a table that could fit 8-10 people so that we could all have extra room for our elbows. Our daughter by the window, the complaining 9 y/o in the middle, the 4 y/o on the edge because everyone knows they might make a mess more than the rest so we need to have easy access to the messes they can create. Next to him was my mother in law, and across from them, me & my husband sat because we just needed some extra time beside each other since we did not see each other all day.
Everyone eventually got their food in about 15 minutes, I handed our daughter her chicken tenders with fries and Honey Mustard, the 4 year old his chicken tenders with Ranch, and the kids tray was empty! Were we missing a meal? Did she not ring my complaining child’s food up, or did they make a mistake?
That gave him even more of a reason to complain, “I didn’t get my food, I’m hungry” and I told him to be patient. My husband went back up there to get his food, and when he came back i opened the burger to see that EVERYTHING my 9 y/o did not eat at all was on the burger! (Why does this keep happening on a day that happens to be the day he complains), I calmly asked my husband if he would take it back up there because not only did it have a lot of things on it he did not like, but the bottom bun was hard as a rock.
We finally have a burger with just ketchup, and cheese, he finished it and he’s so full he couldn’t eat the fries.
We all gathered things, tossed the trash and headed out the door to the car to head home for our night time routines .
Complaining doesn’t give us positive attitudes it makes everything feel negative, and that night the one who complained ended up having the missing food, the hard burger bun and things on his sandwich he choose to be picky about.
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