Nice and soft

Every week my husband and I have a “date night” planned. However, with his schedule and other activities, we seem to average going out together about once every two weeks. Usually we just do dinner and a movie, but he always complains that we should do something different. So this time I planned something different alright…but I wouldn’t tell him what because I feared his reaction.

All he knew was that it was around the corner from our house. I had to make an appointment for it. He could wear whatever he wanted, but I suggested shorts. And he knew that I was afraid he wasn’t going to like it.

His guesses were:
Swimming, Going to the gym, Painting pottery, Going to the gas station???

Cameron knew where we were going, and he was just giddy knowing that I was taking his daddy someplace, and he didn’t even know where it was and probably wouldn’t want to do it. I had to threaten everything of interest to him so that he wouldn’t tell his father who was trying to pry it out of him.

So where did we go?

To get manicures and pedicures! When we pulled up to the strip mall, and he finally guessed that we were going into Mia's Nails, he just sat down on the curb and started laughing…telling me “Ha. Ha. That was funny one. Jokes over, let’s go now.”

But I insisted that we go. With all the handwashing he does all day, his hands feel almost like sandpaper…and they’ve been really bad lately. Plus, I knew he’d really like the pedicure.

Anxious as he was, he humored me and went along with my idea….and except for how much it tickled when they scraped all the dead skin off his feet…he actually enjoyed it, and claimed it was one of our better date nights.

When we arrived home, Sara told us that at bedtime, Cameron told her to tell me to make sure I come upstairs to let him know what color daddy got his nails painted!