It still tickles me that I have a kid … “me and my kid.” I’M someone’s Mom? Hey, The Husband and I have been married almost nine years now and every now and again, it still makes me chuckle that I am someone’s wife. I don’t feel old enough sometimes, you know? Ahh, but I digress. The Husband worked late tonight, so when I picked Nicholas up from school, I told him that Daddy was working late, and he was stuck with me.
“But I don’t want to be stuck with you. I want to be stuck with Daddy instead!”
Yeah, sometimes I’m in favor, sometimes I’m not. Ebbs and flows, people, ebbs and flows. I redeemed myself by telling him that I planned a date for us. Now I had his attention.
I already called in takeout and we picked it up on the way home. We’ve been working hard on catching up on movies lately, and we rented How to Eat Fried Worms the other day. Perfect for a date with a four-year-old. Although he saw it in the movie theater, I hadn’t seen it yet, and grew up loving the book. In fact, somewhere in the confines of our storage unit, I have a very dog-eared copy of it. It was one of my favorites, along with all of the Ramona and Beezus stories by Beverly Cleary.
So we sat, him with his macaroni and cheese, me with stuffed rigatoni, and both of us sharing a big salad and piece of Chocolate Mousse Cake. He was so engrossed in the movie, I had to keep reminding him to eat. I’m not sure a group of kids concocting various disgusting ways to eat 10 worms is the right fodder for dinner-time entertainment, but it was a perfect date nonetheless. Me and my kid.
A year ago today… ARF/5-A-Day goodness.