I hate when I go out for a quiet dinner and parents are allowing their children to run around the tables, crawl all over the floor and make all kinds of noise.
On Valentine's Day last year during dinner with my husband, two little monsters whose hands were covered in chocolate came up after having running amock for some time and put their hands on our perfect white table cloth and knocked over my husband's drink.
I promptly grabbed them both by their arms, walked them over to their mommy who was enjoying a quiet dinner, sitting pretty in her white dress, and stuck these little monsters chocolately hands on her perfectly white dress and said, "I think these belong to you."