What makes my daughter look this sad?
November 27, 2007
Did I take away her favorite toy? Did I verbally abuse her? Did I do mean things to her? — No, no, no
We went to dinner the other night for grandma’s birthday — we went to Sakura, our favorite Japanese teppan-yaki steakhouse. As part of the chef’s cooking routine, they spray alcohol onto the oiled surface and then light it up. This results in a big wall of fire just inches from your face, much to the delight of the audience — unless you’re a 3 year old, scared of fire…
She (and her brother Thomas too) did not want any part of the fire. They would not go anywhere near the cooking table, without kicking and screaming. They were scared of it from a previous experience, and although we seldom go to Sakura - they remembered. They kept saying they had to go “poo-poo” so that they could leave the table area and go to the safety of a bathroom stall (where this photo was taken). They didn’t use the potty once as I recall.
We ended up ordering at our table, but then got sat in the back of the restaurant (which was mostly empty on this Wed night) at a table without a chef. We sat there and ate our meal, secluded from the other customers, and abandoning the others at our table.
