Jake insists on placing his dishes on the very edge of the table.
In the picture above, hard to tell from the angle, those plates are about 1/3 off the edge. There is no way to have a relaxing dinner out when he puts his lemonade right at the edge of the table! I hold my breath the entire time he's eating until the glass and plates are clean and his elbows are done flapping around.
He ran to the restroom at one point and I moved all the dishes back from the edge. For as long as it took him to pee my shoulders relaxed, I actually swallowed my food and tasted it on the way down! He came back and instantly moved all the dishes to the edge again.
I'd love for someone, anyone, to explain the need to set all these dishes so close to and hanging off the edge of the table. Clue me in please, it's making me bonkers!