Going out on dates

[judecorp]

I was babysitting tonight and attempting the odious task of trying to get the girl to go to sleep. She usually falls asleep with one of her moms in the trundle bed beside her, and I suppose I am a poor substitute. So we usually end up talking about whatever until the moms come home. Tonight's topic was about going on dates. At one point several weeks ago, when she asked where her moms were, I told her they were on a date. She's been fascinated with dates ever since.

So tonight she asks me why she can't go on a date. So I told her that when she was old enough to drive a car (that seemed like a pretty safe age), she could find someone that she liked and ask that person on a date. I told her she could get in the car and drive with her date, and maybe they would go out to dinner or go to the movies.

So she says to me, "So when I grow up to be Mommy, and someone else grows up to be Mama, I will say, 'Do you want to go on a date?' and she will say, 'Yes I do want to go on a date,' and we will get in the car and she will sit right on the side of me and we will go on a date."

Man, I need to get me one of these crazy things called 'kids.' They're so fabulous.

Comments

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

How sweet!

FlyLady recommends seeting aside one night a week to be "date night", which for us usually means getting Laurel tucked into bed in time for Vogon and I to snuggle on the couch with a foodie treat and watch Numb3rs or Battlestar Galactica together. Laurel once piped up that she wanted a date night too -- to stick dates on her fingers and eat them. That'd be sticky. (:

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Dude, that Laurel is totally crazy. I love her!