As Mr. Q and I were preparing to go out for a long awaited date night on Saturday, leaving the girls with a neighborhood mom from the babysitting co-op, Ramona protested a bit.
The girls are fairly used to me going out in the evening: to jazzercise, a meeting, or out to dinner with other mommies. In fact, they can usually clearly pinpoint where I am going by what I am wearing.
But for both of us to be leaving is an unusual enough occurence that Ramona wasn't sure what to expect.
So, she told me that I should go out and do the grown-up things my myself, and that Ms. P. could stay and help Daddy.
"Just what Daddy would love to have," I told her. "Another wife !"
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