This weekend, my birth-mom and her family came up to visit. It was great to see them and made me realize that we don't see them nearly as much as we should. Must work on that this year.
As part of their visit, they took us out for brunch at a local restaurant, Slates. Great food in a casually eccentric (if somewhat cramped) atmosphere. In all there were seven of us: four adults and three kids aged 12, 4 and 4 months. As we were filing in to our table, I happened to spy a fellow sitting at a nearby table. He was looking at our entourage as if he had just chomped down into a steaming pile of cow dung. Okay, I know that some folks just aren't "kid friendly", but really... we're talking about Sunday brunch in a bohemian restaurant, not dinner at the Russian Tea Room.
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