And Now He's Throwing Croutons

Howie, Justice, and I went to have lunch with my grandma today at her retirement home. We love going to have lunch with her- it's always lots of fun, but unfortunately today Justice was at his Dennis the Menace-y best. Usually the hostess brings a high chair for him, and I'm always grateful, not because he needs it necessarily, but because it is basically a failsafe way of containment. The last thing he needs is to run around and trip residents just trying to have a quiet lunch. Once that high chair tray is slapped on, he can't get out easily (though I'm sure he would find a way given enough time). Today we entered the cafeteria and to my dismay, the normal high chair was missing. Replaced with a booster seat. Right away sirens went off in my mind. I just knew this was going to be bad. We went through the line to get lunch- I tried to get all of Justy's favorites that they had- and sat down at a table. Justice rejected the booster seat immediately so I took it away and he knelt on the chair (which thankfully had arm rests). He wasn't very interested in eating but did discover plenty of other ways to pass the time during lunch.

1. Standing on the chair and looking around at all of the people.
2. Trying to stand on the arm rests and somehow find a way onto my lap (he's not comfortable with much more than a 2 inch distance between us. He keeps me on a very short leash).
3. Picking up his and my knife and saying loudly "Cut! Cut!" Then he proceeded to put the knife in his mouth and bang it on his teeth. I could feel the judgment raining down on me from those sitting nearby.
4. Banging his spoon and fork onto his saucer to make as much noise as possible, then trying to find something else loud once I moved the saucer.
5. Telling Great-Grandma about Elmo, Mickey Mouse, and Minnie Mouse.
6. Grabbing the salt and pepper shakers and trying to shake them onto his plate.
7. Then this one took the cake... he took some croutons off of my salad and, after biting a couple, started gleefully throwing them at the lady sitting behind us. Thankfully he only managed to hit her chair and the floor. At this point I almost melted into the floor and removed all croutons from his reach.

That's about it. Howie actually ate politely and socialized with Great-Grandma. Imagine that.