Meltdown at Red Lobster

Ivan has been dying to go to Red Lobster since it is apparently lobster fest season. I honestly don't even know what that means and Red Lobster is one place that I really hate going to. The last time we went there, I had mashed potatoes and a salad for dinner - and our bill was outrageous - I just hate going there. Anyway, I felt like being very nice tonight and gave in to Ivan's request to go there. We waited for about 25 minutes and as soon as we sat down, Emery refused to sit in the high chair. She refused to drink her water which she usually loves. She nibbled on a few saltine crackers but refused the soup. She just wasn't a happy camper and was whining the whole time. Ivan finally took her to the entryway of the restaurant so I could eat and then I switched spots with him so he could eat his Lobster. About 3 minutes later I came back and said, "time to get your food to-go, she's had it". I felt bad, but we had suffered and tried to make Emery hold out for close to an hour. She just wasn't having it. As soon as we got into the car, and 2Pac came onto the radio, she was clapping and laughing away. I'm hoping tonight's event was a one-night deal and we can continue to enjoy dinners out.