Our four-year-old, Justin, is so cute he could talk himself out of a hanging. He uses this fact to his advantage. When we are in church, he will go up to our pastor's wife and all he has to do is look up at her with those big, blue eyes framed by long lashes and he will immediately get a seat on her lap. He's a charmer and I'm no exception. A few nights ago, he asked if he could call Grandma, so I punched in my mom's number. He took the phone away from me and started pacing all around the house talking about anything and everything. After a while, she gave the phone to dad so he could to talk to him. The first time I tried to take the phone from Justin he said, "Not yet, Mom" and walked away. I thought, "Ok, maybe a few minutes more." I felt bad because he only gets to see them once a year. More time went by and finally I felt I had to put my foot down. As I'm taking the phone away, he starts panicking and big crocodile tears form in his eyes and he says over and over, "Not yet, Mom!" Of course, my parents felt bad about that and I felt like I had been kicked in the gut, so I gave the phone back. I'm a sucker for that little face all crumpled up. When he had been on the phone for 45 minutes total, my mom was wondering if I knew Justin was still on the phone with them. That's when I knew phone time had to stop. It was still hard to put my foot down about it when he kept walking away saying, "Not yet, Mom" over and over, but I knew it had to be done. As my son is milking it for all it's worth by bawling his head off, I apologized to my parents. Of course, they understood completely. After all, who could resist that sweet little voice?
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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