The Husband is out at a former colleague's house. We were all supposed to go, but I decided I didn't want to go home from downtown, pick up the kid, head back downtown to meet The Husband, trek on public transit out to the other end of the city, at rush hour on a Friday, only to turn around and go back home after an hour for a reasonable bedtime. Damn, was I ever glad I declined when our city's transit woes hit this afternoon!
Besides, I like having my little person all to myself once in a while. In the car I asked if she wanted pizza or noodles for dinner. She requested pizza AND noodles. And french fries. She asked if she could have a story and a cuddle. I said yes, because who the hell could say no to that face? I suggested we have a story and some cuddles on the couch watching a Tinkerbell movie. In the rear view mirror I saw the huge grin as she replied, "That sounds like a good Friday night."
And it was.