I took 12 yr old grandson and 3 yr old granddaughter out to small Italian a few weeks ago. They'd overnighted at grandpa's and she'd kept them up till 1.a.m so was tired and grumpy, although I made her rest in the afternoon. We went around 5.30 and I felt sorry for the nice old man eating near us. I was alone with the kids, but grandson is grown up and helps with his sister. She was a total pain, whatever we did. Nobody had time for mobile phones. She had just reverted to the terrible twos. The staff were lovely, the man eating nearby didn't say or look cross. We, grandson and I, did our best, but she was loud, threw water at one point and I wanted very badly to smack her but we don't do that. We finished our food, I rushed mine, and got a doggy bag for hers. It was only pizza (vegan). I went off granddaughter and eating out with her, but a week or two later went out with her as mum wanted us to be out and the place has a child play area, and she'd started nursery that morning, but was a little angel
. As Chuck Berry said, goes to show you never can tell.