"I have to go potty."

"Tom…"

"I've got him". He scoops up his son.

He turns to his other son. "Do you have to go too."

Head shakes. Tom exits the mess hall.

Thirty seconds later.

"Mommy?"

"Yes love?"

"I have to go potty."

Sigh.

Soon all are seated again.

Dinner resumes.

"Please don't pour milk on your plate."

"Use a spoon, not your fingers."

"Don't throw your food."

"Please sit down."

"Timmy, don't hit your brother."

"Michael, please eat your food, not mine."

"That was relaxing."

"Better than last night"

"Mommy?"

"Yes love?"

"I have to go potty."

Sigh