Dating

I took lil brother on a lunch date to practice his "dating" skills.  He chose Olive Garden (which I hate!)  because he says its "romantic."  I'm not sure my having to drive and pay for a place I don't like is very "romantic," but he did beg to pump gas which I was more than happy for him to do (I hate gas stations!).  And he casually remarks, while coolly leaning on the car's bumper, "I'm working on my man card!"  ...INDEED! 

So to prep him for our lunch "date," I ask him to tell me three things he needs to remember on a "date."  "Give compliments.  Have manners.... and das it."  And I can live with that-three is such an overrated number anyway.  In the car I prod him a little-just to get the "date" rolling along.  "So how do you like this outfit?" (flowy yellow paisley shirt with cuffed jeans and brown/gold leather sandals-totally cute!)  And he turns in his seat to intently study me.  "Your shirt really goes with your hair and your eyes," he seriously concludes.  I'm not sure what that means, but it is an awfully nice and sincere thing to say and I can tell he put some effort into it, so I'm totally taking it!

The rest of the "date" was sweet and lovely, and we had interesting conversations that covered about 5,792 topics that only a mama could really enjoy.  But whatev...  he's all mine for long as I can keep him-even If I have to keep going back to Olive Garden and pay a pirate's ransom for a plate of tepid lasagna. 

Silly, stupid girls can just stay away!