True to character, Noah wanted a birthday celebration that was “family only”. Fine. But he wanted to do something memorable too. So we decided upon a formal restaurant meal — at home. With the parents waiting on the children. Very fun!
We moved a table into the living room and covered it with our best (read: only) tablecloth. We added napkins and full place-settings for four. The kids arrived and were given menus. They had a choice of drinks (un-margaritas, unbeer, apple cider or milk) and appetizers (they ordered both choices). There were choices of main dish and side salad, and red or white no-alcohol wine with dinner. Followed by the obligatory cake for dessert, with optional ice cream and caramel syrup, and gift-opening.
We all had a blast. Chuck played the maître d’, I was the cook, and Fiona was loud and demanding, to choruses of laughter from the rest of us. The kids drank their “wine” and ate their meals until they thought they would burst, and tipped their chairs and talked with their mouths full and dribbled lasagna all over their chins and Chuck and I said things like “would the young lady like some assistance finding her napkin?”
I think we’ll all remember this birthday.