Date Night

My husband and I date other people... our kids.

Once or twice a month, each child gets alone time with Mommy or Daddy.

Last week, it was Boyo's turn. Since every other sentence out of his mouth was "I no want you, Mommy!" or "Go away Mommy!" I decided we needed to spend some time alone together.

I took him to go see Puss in Boots. He was very excited to eat MnMs.

As the lights dimmed, he told me, "No worry Mommy. I make you safe." I melted into Momma-Goo on the spot.

And then he narrated every scene. "Lookit Mommy! I see the kitty! Lookit the Kitty! Its cute! Lookit, I see the sword! I want the sword! Lookit Mommy! What's the kitty doing? Why Mommy? Why it doing that?" and so on... at the top of his lungs. I alternated between laughing and shushing him.

And then, halfway through the movie, he climbed up on my lap, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug. "Tighter, Mom," he ordered me when I hugged him back. "I lob you."

Tears threatened to spill over as I hugged him back tighter. When he decided the hug was over, he pushed my arms away, slid off my lap, walked over to the aisle and said, "I all done. Lets go home." Then he walked out of the theater, leaving me scrambling to catch up, with 30 minutes left of Puss.

Once I got him home, I noticed his face was covered in chocolate. And he told me I could take him on a date again where he "gets to eat lots of tons of mnms!"