First, right after we ordered Jack had to go potty. I left my notebook and pen on the table to indicate we were coming back and headed off to the restroom with him. While we were gone--all of 3 minutes--the busboy cleared our table and took our drinks. Sigh. They got us new ones and lucky hadn't cancelled our food ticket yet, so that was only a minor bump. Then, the minute our food arrives, Jack manages to stab his finger with his fork and make it bleed. Major drama...he cried throughout the meal, didn't eat, and showed everyone within a 5 table radius his owie, while I tried to scarf my food as quickly as possible and just get out of there. I'm reminded why I don't go out with him much. I think we were gone and back in about 45 minutes, including drive time to the restaurant!
I'll be very glad when Mike gets home from his business trip tomorrow!