Chipotle is where modern parenting goes to die a deliciously painful death.
Four hours into a 10-hour car ride with our toddler and infant, we stopped for dinner – in hopes that somehow, some way a full belly would translate into sanity. I am convinced that Chipotle preys upon our demographic:
Do you want to eat “healthy”? Absolutely.
Do you want to eat around others who value their own health and, well, social snobbery? Yes, I guess.
Do you want to fight with another equally exhausted mother over a high chair? Okay, I see where this is going…
All of the inconveniences, of course, are forgiven (or at least forgotten) until your child has a messy diaper and you remember that there are no changing tables.