Date night is this Saturday. I don't know about your household, but we're terrible about being consistent with date night. I'd like to say that this is because we just love our children SO much that we can't bear to be away from them, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that once the weekend starts -- I don't feel like getting out of my pajamas before Monday morning.
This Saturday, though, we are doing this date night!! It is going to be FUN! I will change out of my pajamas!!
Unless... is there somewhere we can go that encourages the wearing of pajamas? I would like to go to that place.
I spent most of last week in Connecticut and Tariq is in Vegas (for *work*, people) this week. We haven't really seen each other. So, the siren call of a weekend in pajamas will have to be ignored.
I informed the children just now that Ms. M, their favorite babysitter, will be watching them on Saturday because we are going out.
"What do you mean why? So we can spend time together."
"No, but what are you going to do?"
"Go to dinner, I guess."
All the why questions, by the way, are from Nuha. My elementary Montessori training has resigned me to the fact that I'm going to get asked this question ad nauseum. So, usually, I just pretend not to hear her about three whys in. Suddenly, Yusuf chimes in,"You can eat dinner at home. Why do you have to go somewhere? Home food is more healthy anyway -- outside food is junk food."
Oh, my evil genius -- using my own logic against me. You are a brilliant boy. You're mine, after all.
"Well," I say with as a sarcastic smirk that always precedes some hyperbolic statement that's meant to have the children forget all the questions and laugh at their mom, "so we can get all romantical and stuff and stare in each others eyes and say, 'I love you' and then Daddy will say, 'No, I love YOU" and then we'll stare in each others eyes more and just tell each other we love each other over and over again."
My daughter rolls her eyes.
Yusuf, on the other hand, does not laugh. He looks at me very seriously.
"That's inappropriate. You're going to do all that stuff around other people. That's supposed to be private."
Maybe I should send him to Vegas.
Otherwise, I might have a mullah on my hands in a few years.