Ashley and I went out to dinner, just the two of us, on Saturday night. She wanted to go someplace "fancy," which she defined as "some place where they have candles on the table." She picked out my dress and my shoes because apparently I can't be trusted to look "fancy."
Half-way to the restaurant I'd picked out based on table-candle availability, she yelled from the backseat "Mommy, WAIT!!!! I REALLY want to go to the Cheesecake Factory!!!"
So I said, "Works for me", pulled a U-ie and off we went.
As we parked, Ashley said "OOH, Mommy! I REALLY want to eat outside." I said "Baby girl, we're taking the first table they give us." There were tons of people milling around outside and I thought for sure we were going to have to wait an hour or more to get seated.
But when we walked in, the hostess said "I have a table available right now if you don't mind sitting outside."
Ashley leads such a charmed life, doesn't she?
She insisted on sitting next to me at the table instead of across from me. Somebody remind me how much she loved me 10 years from now when she's embarrassed to be seen with me at the mall.
She had a cheeseburger and I had chicken piccata. It was delish, of course. I probably gained 20 pounds just by looking at my meal, but bygones.
Of course, we also had to share a dessert. Chocolate and more chocolate!
Can't go wrong with that.
Anyways, we had a great time. It's so nice to get away and have a little one-on-one time with your kid.
And you know, if I have to go eat at the Cheesecake Factory two more times times to make sure all my kids get that important one-on-one time, I'm willing to make that sacrifice. I know, I know. I'm a saint.