It’s the same question every time… why, oh why, did I think it was a good idea to go out to eat with the kids?  It’s like I periodically develop amnesia when I suggest we go out to eat, forgetting what little monsters they were last time. They each have their vices – Brogan can’t sit still to save his life and he needs to be the center of attention.  Beckett screams at the top of his lungs any time he doesn’t get his way.  Looking back on my childhood, there was probably a 5-year stretch where my mom rarely took my two brothers and me to a restaurant.  She…