On to our date. Yesterday she decided that she wanted to go on a date with mom and this is what we would do and in this order:
1- get our fingers and toes painted (Hers were to be pink with sparkles and hearts)
2-have dinner at noodles and company
3-go to Starbucks
4-go see WALL-E
Before we left she said, "Mom, you have to wear something more beautiful." (How do you like that, my 4-year-old is already embarrassed by my choice of clothes). She found my shiny brown Audrey Hepburn flats, got my black skirt and brown knit shirt and helped me dress, she chose earrings, necklace, and bracelet, then put make-up on me and brushed my hair, then told me how beautiful I looked. She did the same for herself complete with beads and lipgloss. We had a wonderful evening and made it through the first three events. After Starbucks, she got in the car and said that she'd take a little rest on the way to the movie. Next thing I know, she's snoring and can't hold her head up. Needless to say, I couldn't wake her for the movie. At 1:00 a.m. she came into my room crying, "We didn't get to see WALL-E. Can we go now?"
Next day, we plan the rest of our date. Again, I'm told I can't wear what I have on and she chooses a dress and shoes. We were in a bit of a hurry so I didn't get the make-up, jewelry, and hair treatment. She did pack a purse for me though.
I loved the movie. Just as Eve makes her grand entrance into the story, Aria leans over and whispers, "That's Eve. Isn't she beautiful." As the credits start to roll, we stay true to our family tradition of going to the front and dancing to the music until the theater goes dark and silent. I was informed that the date couldn't end yet and we finished the evening off with games in the arcade, buying a new outfit for school, and of course a milkbox at Starbucks.
1 comment:
sounds like a BLAST.
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