Mr. Happy Face Man
It is 11:17pm on Friday night. We have tickets to the Zoo for the whole day tomorrow and I leave at 9am on Sunday.
This is only important because my demo still is not done and I haven't even thought about the second demo. I will be pulling that out of a hat somewhere around midnight the night before.
Or, in other languages, I'm screwed.
I spent late afternoon at the kid's Summer Camp Fest. Jumpies, slides, tattoos, beads, colored sand making... We had one of the hardest things as a parent happen. The Son has been talking about a friend he made, they were "best friends." He wanted to have a playdate so I talked to the mom. We talked for a bit and then I said "So, what grade is BoyX going into?" .... "Oh, he'll be in kindergarten." I didn't know how to act when I responded, "Oh, well, uh... The Son will be in 3rd grade."
Let's face it... the majority of parents would find their kindergartener having a playdate with a 3rd grader somewhat odd.
I would have.
I didn't think much of this actually until later when BoyX came and told The Son that his mother had said no to a playdate. The Son was absolutely crushed. He couldn't understand and how do you explain that? He said things like "But we didn't get to do everything we wanted to do." We said things like "Think of all the fun you had together." And he'd get the final word with something like "It's not fair."
You can only think... it isn' fair.
We will need to revisit it with him. He was very, very upset. He's a sensitive kid.
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For date night we went out to KC Tandoor. We've never actually been there and so I was stoked to see they had dosa on the menu. We got a nice masala one, some vidaloo and some korma. I asked for hot on the vindaloo, The Husband asked for medium on the korma... holy cow that korma was sooo hot! It was also amazing. $8 for dhal, entree, rice and raita. That rocks.
After we met Tiff and The Model for a glass of wine... then got stuck in race traffic.. were late getting home to The Nanny. When we walked in the door we felt like teenagers:
"We're sorry we're late. We met up unexpectedly with friends and had a drink... oh... I'm really sorry."
I thought it was funny when I uploaded the pictures from today that there was a shot titled:
Mother Daughter Tattoos
followed by one titled:
Father Daughter Bracelets
This is only important because my demo still is not done and I haven't even thought about the second demo. I will be pulling that out of a hat somewhere around midnight the night before.
Or, in other languages, I'm screwed.
I spent late afternoon at the kid's Summer Camp Fest. Jumpies, slides, tattoos, beads, colored sand making... We had one of the hardest things as a parent happen. The Son has been talking about a friend he made, they were "best friends." He wanted to have a playdate so I talked to the mom. We talked for a bit and then I said "So, what grade is BoyX going into?" .... "Oh, he'll be in kindergarten." I didn't know how to act when I responded, "Oh, well, uh... The Son will be in 3rd grade."
Let's face it... the majority of parents would find their kindergartener having a playdate with a 3rd grader somewhat odd.
I would have.
I didn't think much of this actually until later when BoyX came and told The Son that his mother had said no to a playdate. The Son was absolutely crushed. He couldn't understand and how do you explain that? He said things like "But we didn't get to do everything we wanted to do." We said things like "Think of all the fun you had together." And he'd get the final word with something like "It's not fair."
You can only think... it isn' fair.
We will need to revisit it with him. He was very, very upset. He's a sensitive kid.
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For date night we went out to KC Tandoor. We've never actually been there and so I was stoked to see they had dosa on the menu. We got a nice masala one, some vidaloo and some korma. I asked for hot on the vindaloo, The Husband asked for medium on the korma... holy cow that korma was sooo hot! It was also amazing. $8 for dhal, entree, rice and raita. That rocks.
After we met Tiff and The Model for a glass of wine... then got stuck in race traffic.. were late getting home to The Nanny. When we walked in the door we felt like teenagers:
"We're sorry we're late. We met up unexpectedly with friends and had a drink... oh... I'm really sorry."
I thought it was funny when I uploaded the pictures from today that there was a shot titled:
Mother Daughter Tattoos
followed by one titled:
Father Daughter Bracelets
