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Today is May 18, 2012

He Speaks!

Sometimes he has something to say…perhaps we should listen…

Daddy-Daughter Valentine’s Dance (cont)

Silly Valentines

“Oh Baby, it’s ok, and I’m really really sorry I growled at you about it!” I got down on one knee to give my apology and get my long, tight, lingering hug.

Ans all was right with the world again. But I nearly blew it!

The restaurant wasn’t able to seat us early, so we ventured to the nearby Borders Books and read some stories. We also picked up some new books for bedtime and booktime. Before long it was time to head back to dinner, now about three hours since our pizza, so we were both starving. Sophie had popcorn shrimp and French fries (with extra ketchup) and Dad had steak. Every bite of it delicious. 

About halfway through dinner Sophie decided this was a great time to blow the bubbles we won at the popcorn dance.  “Daddy, will you ask if it’s ok to blow bubbles here?” 

“I think it’s ok Baby, and if it’s not, I’ll smooth talk our way out of it!” 

You’d be amazed how difficult it is to capture bubbles blown in candle light! But I did it. This was very much to the delight of the patrons who had not thought so far ahead as to bring bubble blowing equipment to dinner, and quickly drew a crowd of waitresses. It was the second time Sophie stopped traffic that night.

So at this point, we’d been to the Museum, the book store, had a wonderful dinner, stopped traffic twice and blown bubbles by candle light. What could we possibly have left? 

Oh, time for a trip to the bathroom. I am often faced with this dilemma: either I go to the Ladie’s room or Sophie goes to the Men’s room. Either way something is out of whack. Fortunately though, the Men’s room had a big stall that afforded us some privacy, and as we exited the stall a gentleman entering the room just then was kind enough to guard the door so we could wash without intruders making my lady uncomfortable! 

This is where Sophie decided that the Carnation she got at the dance wanted to stay with the fake flowers in the bathroom, so she bid it farewell just as she did the red helium balloon as she set it free. She asked me to place it nicely with the fake flowers, and for the second time that night, she gave life to an inanimate object. All the while our bathroom bouncer grinning from ear to ear even though we held up his main objective upon entering the bathroom by several minutes.

As we paid our check and got up to leave, Sophie asked if she could have the quarter from our change.

“I want to put it on the ground outside, lucky side up, so that someone can find it and have good luck.” 

She put it on the ledge outside as we left, and we did have a brief debate over which side up was lucky, but I am confident that whoever found that particular quarter will be blessed with the good karma breathed into it by a very kind little girl.

Which brought her total to three inanimate objects brought to life in one evening.

“Can I have a Caramel Fudge Cookout Milkshake for dessert on the way home Daddy?” Of course she could.

As much fun as we had out on the town, it was very good to get home and get those fancy duds off, and relax with a movie before bed.

Before we got comfy and cozy for the movie, I put on “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis (a favorite for both singing and dancing) and Sophie was happy to humor me one dance in the privacy of our living room, which was every bit as special as if we’d done it on the dance floor. Maybe even more so.

Finally, nothing chases a caramel-fudge milkshake down better than a chocolate rose! I was certain she’d be out cold the moment I started the movie, but she managed to hold those droopy eyelids up until nearly midnight. I did get her to bed before the clock struck 12:00 though.

I wouldn’t have wanted her to see me turn back into a pumpkin.

Author: Scott Rigdon

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