"You have a baby... in a bar."

Grant went to his first bar tonight when we went to go watch Chris play volleyball. Don't worry, it's not a real bar. You just have to walk through a bar to get to the outdoor volleyball courts. There were other kids there too, so I wasn't the only one!

Anyway... we walk in and Grant is strapped to me in the Ergo. I knew they scan your ID here, so I had to stop and talk to the door guy. Keep in mind it's early and still light outside, not like we're going bar hopping late night or anything. :)

I jokingly said "Are kids under 18 allowed?" (pointing to Grant)
Door guy: "You're under 18?"
Me: "No, my baby."
Door guy: "Um, well... It's going to be $5."
Me: "For me or him?"
Door guy: "Anyone under 18."
Me: "We just came to watch my husband play volleyball for a minute."
Door guy: "Do you have your ID?"

I handed him my ID, he scans it and I sign the receipt.

Door guy: "It's all right , I won't charge you. But under 18 have to be out by 8."

Seriously?! That may be the first and last time we go watch volleyball. I know I sound like an entitled mom and I realize they are a bar so families aren't their target customers, but I couldn't believe he wanted to charge me a cover for a baby! We were out of there well before 8 pm.

No more bars for Grant for another 20 years and 10 1/2 months.