Okay...the "fam" went out to dinner tonight. Usually this consists of a million trips to the potty, feeling apologetic for the mess in the floor Shrek and Donkey make, and threatening Diva with no snacks to get her to eat her dinner. Not tonight. We had been cooped up in the house all day today, it was really hot and I was going a little stir crazy. I wanted to go look for some cycle shoes (I guess that's what they are called) and get some dinner. Off we go...high ho, high ho, high ho. There is a new Chicago Style pizza place not far from us that I had read in a blog I follow was really good. I wanted to try it. Pizza is something I can almost always guarantee Diva will eat. Shrek and Donkey were in ridiculously good moods today and I had showered. Pluses on all sides. We arrive at the joint and burst through the doors. We are immediately greeted by two hostesses who look at us and ask "Party of 5? Do you need high chairs?" Uh....two of the 5 can barely sit u...