Once only once, did I have a really sweet experience with a table with a kid. I saw them come in with a 7(ish) year old boy, and thought, 1 kid I can handle this. I get to the table, and they insist on letting the little boy tell me his specific order for his drink, which involved many different combinations of sodas. I pretended I was writing it all down, and of course, went in the back, and just gave him a glass of blended soda.
The rest of night with that table went fine. When they were leaving, the little boy said that it was the best soda he’d ever had, and gave me a little certificate the size of a business card saying that I was the best waitress he’d ever had.