Alex likes ice cubes. A lot. Especially at snobbish pizza restaurants. Pity she didn't like tripping the rude waitstaff "by accident" too. Oh well. Lesson learned - if they glare at you when you're entering the restaurant, it's best to turn around and leave, even if your kid behaves better than some adults...(We were at a place that, despite the kid's menu, has not a single kid-friendly staff member. No offer of a booster seat - booster seats are for us low-brow folk and not the upper crust that usually eat at this restaurant, I'm guessing. They got our order wrong, blamed it on me for ordering the wrong thing, then tried to rush us out the door without offering desert. And here you can see Alex at her worst, fishing an ice cube out of Jeff's water. Goodness, how -do- we take her out? Needles to say, this will probably be our last visit at the Greenville's House of Overpriced Pizza. We make better pizza anyway. :P )
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