Bravery? I believe what you are referring to is called PARENTING!

Listen, I love my kids, I really do. It doesn't mean that it is easy to go out for dinner, especially when it come to going out with all three. It is hard enough just to get ready with diapers, wipes, extra clothes and all the other things I routinely forget to bring with us. Then get all three dressed and in the car.

I find the best way to have a good evening is by setting low expectations. Take for example my dad's 60th birthday dinner. We went to the Manderin restaurant. The first thing Rhys ate he choked on and threw up. Then he had a massive poo which required a new change of clothing. Then Declan vomitted all over the carpet on the way out of the restaurant. Not to be outdone, Rhys then proceeded to get stuck in the revolving door as some ignorant people refused to stop pushing as I fought to move it the other way to release his leg while he lied there screaming. Leighton of course, slept through the whole thing!

Will we avoid going out for meals because of it? No. Will we need to remortgage our house to feed three teenage boys? Maybe!