"Change of scene?"

... With these words an increasingly restless Pants is passed across the dinner table.  The phase is repeated a number of times throughout the meal, and this to and fro buys us valuable time, effectively resetting the clock on the potential meltdown which may or may not occur (and for the most part doesn’t). Good parent, bad parent is how it goes, and “The parent is always greener on the other side” if you understand my meaning. 

In this way we are enjoying eating out, albeit sometimes with a greater sense of urgency and by incorporating some other interesting behavioural changes such as: cutting up each other’s food into bite size pieces; eating one handed; eating in shifts; eating without napkins so that (naturally) Pants can eat our napkins, or at least transform them into little papier-mâché clumps which you could say resembled people, or maybe animals. We’re going to collect them (her sculptures) and sell them to people who find this kind of thing amazing and cute, just to bolster the travel budget. We won’t tell them that they are mostly saliva.