Communiction does't always work

We went to dinner with my grandma and my mom, my son Samsun and I. We had spent the day at home cleaning the house and getting general things done. My grandma had called and invited us to Barbosa's, which I love. I had a terrible headache that had stayed with me all day. I thought going out to dinner and taking my son to the arcade would be relaxing and calm my very fickle nerves, i was very wrong. We sat down and as soon as we did Sam started shifting around and dropping toys on the floor. At first it was just annoying but then it became nerve wracking. He didn't like anything that was put in front of him and snickered every time I got angry. His food came out and the menu had not explained everything that was in his dinner. He refused to eat it and even though he didn't touch it my waiter refused to change his order without charging us. I ended up flipping out on the waiter and my son. In Sams rage to get what he wanted he flipped fideo all over me. that was my final straw. I snatched him up in front of family and the rest of the restaurant. with a stained shirt and a high temper we finished our meal and excused ourselves. He played me like a fiddle for the last time, I was furious!!!!! It took every ounce of merth I had not to beat his but till it was blue. So for me sometimes communication doesn't always work. But I proved my point and he did not get what he wanted nor will I put up with that again.