A much needed day off, especially after the excesses of last night - though I was too tired to do much more than sleep.
I was out for pizza with a friend and some children a couple of tables away were behaving like children, the childish idiots. They were boys of about four and six years old. They were mildly annoying a man and a woman on the next table.
"Come on," said the mother, "That couple are trying to have a romantic meal and you're spoiling it. When you're grown-up you will be really annoyed if you're in the same situation and someone does the same thing to you."
What a rubbish way to appeal to a child. The problem is that they're not going to understand what their mother means until they are much older. For the moment, if they understand anything of romance, it will only be that it is silly and odd and deserves the satirical disruption that only shouting and nose-picking can provide.
If that mother really wants to teach her sons a lesson she should hold her tongue and bide her time. Then when those sons are in their teens or twenties and out for a posh date, she should turn up, running around the restaurant, blowing raspberries and singing mildly rude songs about poo. Then when the boys (who will now be men) ask her what she is doing, she can say, "I am getting you back for the way you behaved in that pizza restaurant. I hope that now you have learned the lesson that it is unpleasant when a romantic meal is interrupted. Ha ha ha. Looks like the joke is now on you. Not very funny is it? You were a twat when you were four."
This would be something that the boys would never forget.
Personally I question the decision of the man on the other table to have his "romantic" date at a pizza restaurant at lunchtime. Unless it was solely so that he would be heckled by kids and then bhe able to ruffle their hair and say "Aren't they priceless?" in an attempt to pretend to his woman that he liked and wanted children.
