So one time at this quaint Italian restaurant in Port Angeles

I don't consider myself a twihard, but when my mother-in-law mentioned hitting Port Angeles on our recent vacation to the Pacific Northwest, I was game.  And like any good YA author, I found the brochure that debated what stores were the ones from the novel and made reservations at Bella Italia where Edward and Bella had their first date.

But that's not really what this post is about.  I mean, yes, I found it amusing that every other group eating at the restaurant that day was talking about the book from the couple in the corner wearing Team Edward and Team Jacob shirts to the Korean tourists with the older woman who was questioning why choosing eternal damnation was the right choice to the nice old couple celebrating their 47th anniversary, who was sat next behind us, asking where Bella's high school was (the waitress with the precision of a seasoned pro explained where Forks was).

No, it's not about that.  It's about how this happened.

Scene: nice, famous Italian restaurant
4 year-old minion in a sing-song voice:  Daddy, there's something in my pants!
My husband: I just took you to the bathroom.
4 year-old: But there's really something in my pants!
Mother-in-law to 4 year-old: Let's look at your menu.
4 year-old: BUT THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY PANTS!
My husband: Sit down.  You just went to the bathroom.

And then my 4 year-old stood up and dropped his pants in Bella Italia.

Yep, he mooned everyone at the most famous restaurant in Port Angeles.

And bless them, everyone just turned away.  Including my mother-in-law!  Who was the closest person to him, which prompted me to cry: Don't just ignore him!

Lessons I learned:
Always sit next to both kids.
And listen when your 4 year-old has something in his pants.