Who Wants to Eat in Peace?

When my parents are in town, we try to get together for dinner on Sunday nights. We've always had Sunday night dinner, ever since I was in High School, but now that we are all grown up and my parents travel quite a bit, it's harder to keep it going. It's always nice though, to gather as a family when we can, especially since we're all so busy all of the time.
Tonight my parents graciously invited us to their country club for dinner. They, for our benefit, made the reservation at 5:45 so Kaitlyn and James wouldn't "hit the fan" before we ate dinner. It was fantastic, and we all enjoyed eating such great food.
My mom has always been the one to sacrifice/delay her hot meal for us newer parents, she takes the kids around and walks with them so we can eat in peace. She's a saint that way, thanks Mom. I do feel guilty, every time though, even though she always tells me that "that's what Grandmas are for".
Mom took James and Kaitlyn to walk around tonight after they had eaten, while Nathan and I continued to stuff our faces with great food. At one point I looked up and here is James with the biggest smile on his face, holding a peach rose up for me. I guess there had been a wedding yesterday at the CC, and there were flower arrangements that they were taking apart. How sweet, to see the glimmer in his eyes and giving his MOMMY a rose. So sweet. He was so proud of himself. It's times like this that I wish that kids that age remembered special moments, and I cross my fingers that I'll remember this moment forever.
Mom and the kids returned to the other room to look around some more, and the next time I looked over, James was running towards me. This time he didn't have a rose for me, but he did have something to tell me. James announces to our table and several tables around us, "Mommy! Kaitlyn is going poop! Kaitlyn is pooping!" Trying not to choke from laughing while trying to swallow, I look across the room at my Mom and she's beaming with a smile across her face. Just remember Mom, these people know who YOU are, not me. :) Ha ha ha. She even kindly brought Kaitlyn to me so I could change her. What a sweet Grandma! ;)