It’s Not a Date
Me: Owie, Alice is sleeping at TiTi’s (Aunt Jess. If you don’t know who she is, you will. She has a starring role in this blog) this weekend.
Owen: No fair. What are we going to do? Just sit at home and be boring?
Me: No! Want to do something fun with Mommy?
Owen: Like what? Nothing!?
Me: No, not nothing. Why don’t we go see Paddington?
Owen: With Daddy too? We’ll need to get a large popcorn.
Me: No, just you and me.
Owen: Ok, we can get a medium.
Me: It’ll be a date!
Owen: It’s not a date, Mommy! It’s a hang out.
Well Owen, is it a date if I make out with you the whole time because you are so delicious I want to eat you with a fork and knife? Weird? Too weird?
Ok, it’ll just be a hang out. I guess I’m still bad at reading dude’s signals. He’s just not that into me.