ADULTS ONLY, KIDS-TAKE A SEAT IN THE KITCHEN

From The Right-Side...

Listen, don't get me wrong, I LOVE kids. Love 'em.

But, Anna Wintour (Vogue honcho, in case you only read this blog), as well as that Nova Scotia restaurateur, Richard Moore, were not wrong when they expressed strong feelings that small, moody kiddies should NOT attend fashion shows or dine at ALL restaurants.

Loud music, flashing lights and questionable runway couture are too much for the senses of tots. Don't we all know kids should feel free to put on their OWN fashion show...in their livingroom!

Walking the livingroom catwalk!

Sitting quietly for a few hours while adults sip expensive wine and devour delectable bits is just not what kids are designed to do. Ever.

Adults Only, snazzy restaurants and snobby fashion shows should be allowed. Definitely. No apology necessary.

My heart is not completely made of granite. I also get that hardworking parents want to spend time with their little love-bundles, AND have a date night or just a dinner prepared by someone else.

Got it!

However, I bring no shade to Miz W, or the Canadian.

Mr. Moore, owner of The Lobster Pound and Moore, went on a Facebook rant about banning screaming kids from his establishment...and then apologized. Spineless.

The Devil wearing Prada and oversized shades? Never!

Honestly, this is all SO simple.

Parents, if you want an adult-themed evening out, get a sitter for your precious tow-head, or find kid-friendlier places. You will find them on every corner. It is the wise choice.

Restaurants, have an early-bird option  for those wishing to lug kids to fancy-pants dining, an ADULTS ONLY section or night/s.



Kids need to roam when they eat finger food!

ADULTS only after 7:00 p.m., seems very reasonable. Sort of like being 21 to be served a perky libation (liquored-up drink).

My idea will never fly, because it does seem to me as though many kids have NO bedtime. No matter what time TLSide and I drag our asses around for dinner and a cocktail or two...KIDS. Not well-behaved for the most part, sadly.

Yep, there comes a point in the day when the playground-set needs to take a seat at the kitchen table (at home) with a healthy snack (do Lucky Charms count?), slide into their jammies, listen to a story and cuddle a stuffed animal.

And, just like that...Mr. Sandman hits their sparkly eyes with magical sleep dust.

See, simple!

Gotta dash...

##