Taking a child out to dinner is a risky business. My husband and I spent every Friday and Saturday of our four year marriage eating out. It was our fun – we tried different restaurants, drove miles to eat at new ones, we lived for Fridays and Saturdays. When we found out we were expecting, I convinced myself and worked very hard to convince my husband, Mark, that this wouldn’t change. Babies can go to restaurants. We are going to have a perfect baby, one that never cries and certainly doesn’t shriek at the top of his lungs like all the other children seem to do.