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"Emmett&amp;#039;s dad was skiing in Utah over the weekend, so Emmett and I had tons of mom-and-me time, which was great\u2014but also hard! The key to keeping us both from going bonkers, I decided, was to stay as busy as possible, so we had lots of plans over the weekend. Saturday night&amp;#039;s plan was to go for pizza with Emmett&amp;#039;s best friend, Mia, and her parents.  Emmett&amp;#039;s never great in restaurants, but my husband, Rory, and I really enjoy eating out, so we tag team the job of baby patrol and push through the meal. Which is more pleasant than it sounds. Really! But this Saturday night I had to put on a three-ring (one-mom!) circus all by myself to keep Emmett in his high chair.  By the time the pizza arrived, he was kind of thrashing side to side, threatening to tip over the high chair, so I pulled up a Sesame Street music video on my iPhone, which kept him mesmerized for a solid 10 minutes\u2014and allowed me to eat almost a full slice of pizza in peace. I was fine with my video-playing. (I was starving! I needed to eat!) Then the waiter, who earlier had told us he&amp;#039;s in college, came over and announced &amp;quot;to Emmett&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;When I was a little boy, my mom and dad didn&amp;#039;t have those. So they had to entertain me on their own.&amp;quot; Honestly, dude? Even if you could remember restaurant outings that happened when you were a year and a half old, I don&amp;#039;t want to hear about them. (And neither does Emmett!) I&amp;#039;m just trying to make it through this meal with my little boy\u2014who isn&amp;#039;t interested in my non-video entertainment. Grumble, grumble, grumble. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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