We went out to dinner at a very nice, very fancy restaurant. The kids oooohed and ahhhhed over the place. The chandeliers were a fancy bubble like pattern. They used cloth napkins instead of paper. They had fancy leather padded chairs and the staff wore ties. But it wasn't until the bathrooms that the kids really got excited. Burnished brass fixtures in a marble bathroom with wicker baskets, perfumed soap, and even mouthwash.
Angus announced to the whole restaurant that she'd never been in such a fancy bathroom before.
Unfortunately, the kids did not like their overly priced dinner. Some fancy schmancy attempt at gourmet pizza for kids with a Mediterranean twist that none of them liked. Youngest announced that it smelled like cat food. Angus just ate the bread. Oldest ate Da Man's food instead.
As we got up from our table and began the long trek through the restaurant to the door, the kids start to complain about their dinner.
Youngest - I'm still hungry.
Me - You should have ate more at dinner.
Youngest - But I didn't like it!
Me - Too bad.
Youngest (to her sisters) - This place is disappointing. The food is not as good as its bathroom.
Ironically, their favorite restaurants are these hole in the wall places with fabulous food and bathrooms you wouldn't catch me dead in. So is there a correlation? I don't want to even think about it.