Wine anyone?

We went to a lovely restaurant today with my parents and the kids. It started off well until D decided that he just had to have some of Daddy's drink. In order to keep the screaming to a minimum, we decided that it would be best to let him have a try of the red wine, thinking that he would be put off by the smell. No such luck; he decided to take a full on gulp and was quite literally shocked by the taste which was immediately spat out. Everywhere. Yes, he was wearing a white t-shirt. Yes, he refused to wear a bib.

Things then went from bad to worse as D had finished his food before we had even finished ordering ours, and had decided that it was time to get out of the high chair and walk around and around the restaurant.

Good job we had the doting grandparents with us to help entertain!