Actual Adults

We got a babysitter. We put on clothes without stains. We went to a restaurant where crayons don’t come with the menu.

Actual Adults

I spent twenty minutes trying to remember how to do my makeup without a toddler hanging on my leg asking for crackers. Marcus practiced not cutting up my food for me. We’re clearly out of practice at this whole ‘adults having dinner’ thing.

The server asked if we wanted to start with appetizers and I almost said ‘do you have goldfish crackers?’ Old habits. But hey, we remembered how to use our inside voices and everything. Sophie would be so proud.