Thursday, January 12, 2012
A date with a little man.
Last week Paul and I went on a mother son date. We did some shopping (he was thrilled about this) and then we went to lunch. I feasted on a chicken salad, while Paul succeed in creating quite a mess with grilled cheese and french fries dipped in ketchup.
As Paul and I were sitting "discussing" our days, a couple next to me asked how old Paul was. I almost rolled my eyes, expecting them to exclaim that Paul is so little for his age. Instead, the man turned to his wife when I said 20 months and said, "oh he is younger than we thought." They then went on to tell me that they have a daughter who is older than Paul who would NEVER sit that nicely at a restaurant.
I assured them we only had a 25 minute lunch window and we have to speed eat in order to avoid any meltdowns. But the nonetheless, it was a nice compliment. Looks like we can be lunch again. At least get it in before he turns 15 and rolls his eyes at the prospect of eating with his mother.
Posted by Baby Mama at 7:51 AM