Seen at a local diner: nifty little chairs that attach directly to the booth's table, saving us from plopping the kid directly in the line of foot traffic. Or it would, if the latch weren't missing two pieces. Same with the replacement chair the waitress brought over, right down to the exact same missing pieces. You'd think the chairs were specifically designed to be defective. So little one ended up in the aisle after all, in the regular-type wooden highchair, but no one knocked him over with a deluxe cheeseburger platter so I guess it worked out.
Seen at a Moe's: And I hate to trash Moe's as I like their food, it seeming less gunky-greasy than at other fastish-food eateries. But seriously, the highchair's latch was completely busted. Had I a spouse handy, I would've sent him to grab a replacement; since it was me and kid and a friend and her kid, plus several trays' worth of food already, I improvised and tied the two ends of the belt around kid's waist. This worked until the end of the meal, when little one got restless and twisty and the belt of course came right undone. But at that point I just shrugged and hauled him out.
Am becoming increasingly convinced that "made for children" is a polite way of saying "made out of cheap and possibly toxic crap."
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