We had dinner out tonight at a super fun restaurant tonight, eating in cars and watching movie clips and commercials from the 1950's. The key is to remember exactly what is on your plate, because once it comes, you'll barely be able to see it. There's nothing better than a nice red steak eaten while watching a preview for Ed Wood's classic disaster, Plan 9 From Outer Space...followed by a clip from Attack of the 50 Foot Woman. The kids were entranced and confused. Just where we want them. While we were waiting for our food to come, another family was talking to the chef and making their orders. Apparently the mom was allergic to gluten, nuts, dairy and shellfish. She had an autoimmune disorder that made her allergic to all but about ten things. I've had this conversation with people in the past, but I do not remember all of these allergies when I was growing up. I did have a girl in my Brownie troop who called her mother by her first name, "Joan" instead of "Mom", and told me "Joan" wouldn't let her have sweets because they made her hyper. But these days these poor families. All of the allergies these days and the precautions that must be taken. I feel so very fortunate that my children have not developed all these horrible allergies...except of course for the shot preservative allergy that we kinda found out the hard way. Okay, that's a pretty big one, I guess.
I felt so sorry for that mom. After consulting with the chef for at least 15 minutes, what came back on her plate was a ground piece of meat, grilled and served with some lettuce and tomato on a specially sanitized plate. We are very fortunate for our healthy and relatively normal children. And now that they are tucked in for the night, I'm going to down half a bottle of motrin and pray my feet stop hurting. Night all.
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