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mommy date

you really can't see the full effect of the
salsa in this pic. imagine this cute face ...
with salsa ALL OVER IT.
last night, my husband was stuck at a meeting late - he's an engineer whose company does municipal work, so when a project of theirs is up for discussion, he has to attend town meetings and the like. so john and i were on our own. 

like a true champ, john came shopping with me when i picked him up from school - i had to find a new purse. he behaved himself so well while we shopped, and i decided to treat him to dinner out because he was so awesome.

as we drove toward walmart, which would be our last stop of the night, i planned on stopping at subway for cheap/easy dinner. but john pointed at a mexican restaurant and said, "mommy, eat dinner THERE?" and mexican sounded good, so off we went.

and you know what? it was spectacular. he sat in the booth next to me and enthusiastically ate his weight in chips and salsa and bean dip, and then still ate a good third of the burrito we shared for our main dish. he was COVERED in salsa and dip - and so was i - but it was so worth it. we admired the lizards on the wall ("look, mama! another lizard over there!") and talked the ceramic parrot hanging over our booth ("blue bird, mommy! he's climbing a ladder!") and every time john took a bite of burrito, he said, "mmmmm ... burrito tasty! more burrito mommy!" overall, it was just fantastic.

a quick stop at walmart and home to daddy for a little family time before bedtime. it was an awesome first-ever mommy-son dinner date.

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as we were going to bed, john started playing a new game - he makes chewing sounds, then tells me what imaginary food he's eating. we shared cupcakes ("take the wrapper off mommy!") and watermelon and ice cream cones and hot dogs. it was an imaginary feast fit for kings.

this morning in the car on the way to school, i heard john "chewing" in the back seat. "what are you eating, son?" i asked.

"quack quack," came the reply.

giggling, i asked again, "ok, silly duck, what are you eating?"

and my imaginative little fellow said: "quack quack, a big duck dinner!"

i am still laughing.


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