During a recent dinner out, my husband and in-laws enjoyed a relaxing meal full of adult conversation, laughter, and tasty grub. Not me. I spent the hour frantically cutting chicken nuggets into tiny pieces, buttering bread, removing offensive ingredients (“No raisins!”), wiping mouths, pushing in chairs, playing hangman, picking crayons up off the floor, answering my two kids’ constant questions, taking them to the bathroom…
