I have written a few times about my restaurant experiences in Australia and tonight deserved to be here too.
We went to a nearby restaurant we've been to a few times. Koa loves it because there are toys, the owner's son goes to daycare with him, and the food is good. We were having a lovely time playing and eating and the waitress came by.
"Is he allowed to have ice cream?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Which kind would he like?"
Koa, with an extremely excited look on his face, said shyly, "You tell her."
I did and then she walked away. Don and I were surprised at how lucky Koa had been the last week - on Thursday he was playing on one of those kiddie rides that you can put money in (only Mommy doesn't) and an older woman saw him and put a coin in his hand so he could ride properly, and then yesterday someone gave him their tickets they won in the mall arcade and some jelly beans at the candy store. What a lucky boy! Of course, being parents, we reminded him to say his thank yous when the waitress returned. Since we don't usually eat dessert he couldn't imagine what was taking his ice cream so long to get to the table, but when it came he did us proud and said a really big thank you and enjoyed his yummy treat.
Then the bill arrived . . . Have you guessed? Yep, the ice cream was on there.
No thank you tip included in my payment and we were reminded why we don't eat dessert as Makoa repeated everything twice and begged us to run run all the way home!
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