Mommy's wanted to take me to the Hibachi restaurant for at least two months...ever since she heard a mom say how fun it is for the kids and how much her kids eat when they go there. Yesterday was the day! We went with such anticipation, but as soon as the chef lit the grill on fire, I hated it. I screamed, "I want my Daddy!" even though Daddy wasn't there. I guess there's something innate in us girls that our daddies are the ones to slay the fire-breathing dragons (or in this case, grill) for us. Mommy took me outside for the rest of the cooking demonstration. Upon my return, I did end up having a decent time and even ate a few bites of my chicken. It was worth a try, but we won't be going back for a while.