Do not, under any circumstances, make the assumption that a 4.5 year old that was up with the birds and has been swimming for 2.5 hours can peacefully segue into a relaxing Tex-Mex lunch without the buffer of a nap.
Never, ever underestimate the necessity of The Nap.
Said exhausted 4.5 year old will come close to spontaneous combustion when told there is not a booth available. Things will continue to escalate when there are not several red chips greeting her in the chip basket, when she finds a red and a blue crayon in her kids' menu packet, when she is not given a beverage napkin with her Styrofoam cup of water, and once she reaches the conclusion that Daddy ate queso while she was in the restroom*discussing* her behavior with Mama.
Notice a theme here?
However, in the right circumstances, a taco plate IS a balm for the soul. Ole.
Exhibit A: Little Not So Miss Sunshine right before bed...
Note the red eyes from swimming and from wall-eyed fits of angst, the pouty lip and general grumpy demeanor. Goodnight Irene.
Exhibit B: After the miraculous, restorative powers of 11 hours of sleep this morning: