Horrible, isn't it? I feel no guilt whatsoever about the following dishonest charade...
Setting: Trusty Honda Civic, en route to a casual dinner out with the family.
Son #1: I want to go to Red Lobster!
Son #2: Red Lobster! Red Lobster!
DH: (whispering to me) Not tonight. I'll spend the whole time shelling crab legs for him. I just want a relaxing meal.
Allergist Mommy: Okay, kiddo. Let me call the restaurant...
(fake dials phone, lifts to ear) "Hello, Red Lobster? Do you have a table for 4? Yes, for tonight. Oh, really? Well, how soon will a table be open? 11pm?!?! No no, that's too late. Maybe some other time. Thank you. bye."
Honey, they are too full right now. How about Mexican?
Son #1: Okay, Mommy. I like their chips!
This trick will only work for another couple of years. Until then, I intend to milk it dry.