One of my friends is yearning for the day when her son will sit still in a restaurant and finally eat like a regular human being.
It will happen sooner than she thinks, I assured her.
Just like someday my daughter will just sit in a chair and eat her meal without getting up, squirming around, twisting like a pretzel, switching seats or leaning across my body.
And while that certainly sounds appealing, there is a definite joy in having her wriggling about, and I am in no rush to see it end.
