Little Jimmy came running through the restaurant at a blinding speed. He had his younger sister Nelly by the hair. She was kicking and screaming. Close behind was William, Mary, Pedro and Dave throwing paper napkins and flatware at each other. Mary had a fork in her eye and a steak knife in her hand. She was slashing at Williams already bleeding arm. Pedro was asking every one “Are you my mommy?”. Even the men. Dave kept stealing bits of food from all the plates. He would chew it up then spit it on the floor. I went into the kitchen and complained to the cook. He said that I should send the kids to kitchen. I did. When their parents were done eating they asked if I had seen their children. I said “Yes, but not since I garnished the plates”.