Why is it my daughter can be such an angel at home but the minute we go into a restaurant she flips out? Meal time in the house is seamless. We eat she is happy and my husband and I catch up on our day. If we do this anyplace else my Sasha goes bananas! The bread basket becomes a hat, the sugar packets are consumed and she wields her fork like a weapon! It’s almost as if she senses the extra pressure to behave by the horrified onlookers. I don’t want her to only be able to take meals at home, but I also don’t want a law suit involving a waiter and a scratched cornea. I hope this is only a phase because the thought of eating at my kitchen table for the next sixteen years is enough to make me want to toss the bread sticks!