Last night, we went to the one restaurant where we know that John can run around if he is so inclined. They love him there. Our server, Joey, has the patience of a saint. Every time that he walked by, John would say, "Hi Joey!". If Joey went to another table, Little Lord Flauntleroy would ask, "Where's Joey?" Still, John does love the food there and all the staff likes him. He's quite charming in that way.
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