A Classic Moment in Parenting...

My family went out to lunch this weekend. It was a nice treat. I look forward to eating out because overall the kids are pretty good at restaurants. We put our son in a high chair and I grabbed a booster seat for our daughter. She insisted on also sitting in a high chair. I tried explaining that she was a big girl, but ultimately indulged her as there was really no harm. The kid-friendly restaurant provided the kids with crayons and kid menus to color. My son just loves to drop objects on the ground and pushed his colors off the table. Therefore, my daughter thought it was funny to follow suit. As I attempted to stop her, I spilt her lemonade all over her lap. The same lemonade I told her to "be very careful not to spill." Well, she went ballistic! And I felt terrible. I carried my daughter outside so she could calm down and allow the other restaurant patrons to enjoy a more peaceful meal. I apologized to my daughter and explained that if she calmed down we could go back inside and get another lemonade. She told me, "I stop crying mommy." Oh, what relief! The traffic outside the restaurant no longer needed to slow down to see the spectacle that was my daughter and her rather hefty lungs. We returned to our table with the rest of the family. I sank back into the deep booth and desperately wanted a sip of my beer. I grabbed my drink and chalk it up to baby brain or the chaos that had just ensued, I almost drank my son's milk. I grabbed his bottle! I froze. Did anyone else see my goof? I met eyes with the table across the from me- three frat-looking guys with smirks on their faces. There was no turning back. I lifted my drink to them or... in my case...a baby bottle. Cheers!
honest mistake, right?