Our Little Angels

We just got home from going out to eat at McAlister's and then running some errands.

I had to blog the following because it's the culmination of all my Momma fantasies. Well, aside from the one about endless Crayola coloring moments together at the kitchen table. I've written that one off.

We got our food and sat down; Bruce and I at one table, the kids at a table across from ours.

Here are the highlights:

The kids ate almost everything we had ordered for them. The clincher? No complaints. Dream Number One = Success.

One minor skirmish about whose feet were invading the space under the table belonging to another person. The kicker? Quickly and quietly dealt with. Dream Number Two = Success.

A little side note now. (Consider this a commercial break.)

Spencer walked over to our table, pointed not very discreetly at an older couple sitting behind the kids' table, and whispered to us, "I think they're on a date."

I just thought that was sweet and cute.

Intermission is over now. On with my third dream come true. And this one's a doozy.

As the older couple was leaving, the lady leaned in the direction of the table Bruce and I were sitting at and said, "Your children are so quiet."

That absolutely qualifies as a dream, because I've never heard that before. Completely new territory. For Bruce, too, because he said something like, "It's not usually like this."

And the lady joked and said, "I'm sure it's like this at dinner at home every evening."

Yeah, right. Maybe for the Cleavers. We ain't them.

And then she said, "My husband said he forgot they were sitting there. He even noticed how well they were eating."

Yep. Those are our little angels.

In disguise for a brief, blissful moment. So I could have three little dreams come true.

Sadly, it was very brief.

Thank the good Lord we didn't run into that sweet couple when we were at Lowe's ten minutes later. They'd have been shell shocked.