With Stan's Mom a.k.a. "the babysitter" back in town for a week now, I thought it would be nice if Stan and I could get out of the house for an evening. I checked with "the sitter" and she was fine with it. So Friday night I told Kirsten and Jacob that I thought I would ask Daddy out on a date Saturday night. Of course that's hilarious and yucky all at the same time to them, so they made all sorts of faces. Saturday night came and Stan and I went out for dinner and a movie. (Pirates was great, by the way.) When we got home everyone was asleep. Sunday came and went and no mention was made of Mommy and Daddy's date night. Yesterday morning as I was getting ready for work, Jacob ran into our bedroom shouting, "Mommy, Mommy!" Here is how the conversation went: Me: What? Jacob: [loudly and excitedly] Remember not yesterday but the day that you took Daddy out on a date? Me: Yes? Jacob: [normal quiet voice now] Did you have fun? Me: [choking on a laugh] Yes, we did have fun baby. Jacob: What did you do? Me: We went out to eat dinner, and then we saw a movie. Jacob: And then what did you do? Me: We came home. He then smiled and left the room, satisfied with my answers. Somebody tell me what's going on in the 4-year-old brain of his!