Thursday afternoon Emma and I flew to Kona (can I just say hallelujah for flights that are only 30 minutes long when traveling alone with a toddler).
Venturing out to find dinner after our long nap I came across a pizza and pasta restaurant and went inside to ask if they had high chairs. They did but the host seemed very wary that I was bringing in a toddler to his restaurant (that had a bunch of 5-10 year kids already in it). He asked, “dinner just for 1?” and looked skeptical.
Fast forward an hour or so later and the waitress was telling everyone how the “1 year old over there ate more than every other kid that was in here tonight…. Including the 12 year olds.”
Moral of the story: don’t underestimate Emma when it comes to spaghetti.
We got a warm welcome the next night when Ryan was able to start his vacation with us and we went to Emma’s favorite new restaurant.