Where's My Food?

I think Ryann is 50% lungs by weight.  For such a little person, you would not believe how loud she can be in normal conversation.

So, we went to Applebee's today for lunch.  As luck would have it, we were seated in close proximity to about 4 other groups of diners.  Mom and Mary were going potty, so I was wrestling a very squirmy Ryann while keeping an eye on Weston in his highchair.

Our waitress walked by and began taking an order two tables down, when Ryan stood up and said, "I want my food."  To the untrained ear, however, it sounded more like, "I WANT MY FOOD!"

Not once.  Not twice.  But, three times.

I think the waitress got the message.  And I'm pretty sure we got some "special sauce" on our food.