Our Texas Roadhouse Massacre!

We don't attempt eating out in sit-down restaurants very often, for a variety of reasons. Most you can probably imagine: (kids are too loud for the senior citizens :), screaming, food thrown, kids peering over tables to watch other people eat, constant criticism in The Spectrum's Vent (ha ha), spilled drinks, pinching, biting, etc... really the list could go on and on.....) Occasionally, we treat the kids to their all-time favorite restaurant.... Texas Roadhouse (because they tolerate most of the reasons listed above, and because our kids can't be heard over their music. ) Tonight, was one of those special visits. Everything was going as usual: the food was good, our waitress was pleasant, 20 trips to the bathroom, 10 roll/butter and drink refills, kids dancing, conversations with neighboring booths via our nosy kids, and of course constant stares as people pass our booth, all of which is normal for our family......We were about to receive the check to leave, when it all went south... Karter let out a blood curdling scream. Nate and I looked over to see Karter clutching his right hand. Then we noticed blood spewing from a deep gash on the clutched hand. We looked over and saw Peyton wielding a serrated steak knife and a ghost white complexion (he knew whatever he had done was probably not good.) Karter in between screams of horror, explained that he was trying to cut his roll, and Peyton wanting to cut his roll as well grabbed the knife from Karter's hand, and somehow the blade sliced Karter's hand. Nate hurried and grabbed as many napkins as he could to slow down the blood flow, as I discreetly herded the children to the car. Nate was left to flag down the waitress and take care of the bill.

After loading the kids into the van(make-shift ambulance:)), Nate gave a call to the family doc (Grandpa Graff)! Who immediately met us in the Stake Center parking lot, to assess the damage. After a quick and thorough consult, we knew that the only fix was to sew him up. His advice was to head to his office. Upon arriving at the office, Grandpa prepped the surgery room for its latest patient. Karter was incredibly brave (he didn't shed any tears), as he was injected with a numbing solution and sewn up.

The moral of this story is teach your kids knife safety before attempting to eat out!

So long Texas Roadhouse, it's been a good run, thanks for the memories, you will surely be missed!!

*A special thanks to our on-call Grandpa who is always there when we need him. We love you!!