While the kids are at a class, we take homemade sandwiches and Snapples into the community centre and sit in those comfy chairs.
My husband thinks we might get kicked out for bringing in contraband.
It’s nicer than eating it in the car.
No one asks us to leave.
Our son goes to a party and sleepover and it is me, my husband and my daughter – we go out to dinner and the grownups each have a big cold beer on tap and a big ugly sandwich that is delicious and my daughter eats a disgusting bubble gum ice cream for dessert. There is music playing overhead and the game is on and I don’t even care if they lose tonight.
I LOVE going out to dinner.