Sweet Nothings

Earlier this week, John and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary. In previous years we’ve celebrated by vacationing in such lovely locales as Maui, Barbados, Seattle, and Aruba. No such luck this year. With no vacation time and no sitter for the evening, we decided to take Lana along and dine at the most romantic of Stockbridge eateries, the Chick-fil-a Dwarf House.

About half way through the meal, a couple of waitresses began to smile and wave at Lana. It was absolutely no surprise that she immediately acted shy and buried her head in my shoulder. What was a surprise were the words she whispered into my ear: “I’ve got dookie on my hiny.”

Who says that romance and kids don’t go together?