On Saturday afternoon I was missing Mommy a lot. I think Daddy noticed this and so he said to me, “Hey Maile, do you want to go on a date with Daddy tonight?”
I asked Daddy to explain to me what a “date” was – after all, I didn’t want to just go willy nilly agreeing to anything. For all I know he was asking me if I wanted to go to the doctor’s office and get a shot! It was kind of funny, when I asked Daddy what a date was, he paused for a second and said, “A date is when you get dressed up and go do something fun … with your daddy.”
Only with my daddy? Yes, he confirmed, Daddy must be prominently involved. Seemed a little fishy to me, but time to figure that out later – for now I was excited to go out with my daddy!
First, we picked out an outfit.
Don't I look pretty?
Daddy got all dressed up too – like he does when Mommy and Daddy ditch me with the babysitter for the evening. Then we headed outside. We walked right passed the car, which I thought was strange. Daddy said he had a “surprise” for me. We walked down the street and then we waited on the corner. All of a sudden, possibly the coolest thing that has every happened to me occurred. You’ll never believe it. DADDY GOT A BUS TO TAKE US TO DINNER! A BUS! I was in such shock, I couldn’t even speak for the first half of the bus ride.
Daddy and I on the bus, I'm in shock, which is why my mouth is open like that...
(Dad note: Maile absolutely loved the bus ride. You would have thought I got a limo to pick us up.)
Unfortunately, the first two restaurants we went to were full. I tried to look as cute as I could and the hostesses genuinely looked pained as they turned us away. My Daddy is a resourceful guy though and he finally found a place for us to eat, Izzy’s Steakhouse.
The food looked okay, but I still brought my own...
Daddy looked so lonely without Mommy with us, so I insisted on sitting in his lap when his food arrived. He complained that it made it a little hard for him to eat, but I thought things went fine from my perspective.
We had a wonderful meal and we toasted (my milk, Daddy’s wine). I didn’t catch everything he said, but he did ask if I was enjoying my first Valentine’s date and I definitely said “yes, yes, yes”…
(Dad note: We’ll skip the end of the meal and the ride home – Maile wasn’t a happy camper – and just choose to remember the above. Maile Girl was a great Valentine’s date!)
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