The other evening we were enjoying dinner at a local restaurant with my grandmother. Daniel was with us and, as usual, he was a big hit with the waiters and waitresses. He had them laughing and smiling with all his talking and questions for them.
Our waitress in particular was really entertained by him, and the two of them got along well all night. She’d come by and ask us questions and Daniel would repeat them, say hi, etc. Everything was going well until our waitress crossed a line with Daniel…she cleared my empty plate. Daniel’s response:
(Screaming at the top of his lungs) “NOOOOOO!!! DADDY’S PLATE!!!!!”
Yes, everyone stared.
Apparently Daniel fiercely defends dinnerware.
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