Growing up, I remember my mother would spend most of our family dinners out sitting in our car with one of my younger siblings. The minute one started crying, out she'd go. My parents never dreamed of allowing any of us to disturb people in a restaurant. We knew we'd be removed from any situation where we were not behaving. It all comes down to whether the PARENTS are well-mannered, and if they pass it on to their children.
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