We needed a date. Jeremy and I needed a date. Jeremy and Nichole needed a Daddy-daughter date. Jeremy and Jr. needed a Daddy-son date. Jeremy and Jr. Jr. needed a Daddy-son date. Nichole and I needed a Mommy-daughter date. Jr. and I needed a Mommy-son date. Jr. Jr. and I needed a Mommy-son date.
So we had them. This evening we had a special Daddy-daughter, Daddy-son, Daddy-son, Daddy-son, Mommy-daughter, Mommy-son, Mommy-son, Mommy-son date (and Mommy-Daddy date). Lucky wasn't to be left out, even if he wasn't particularly
needing a date.
We went to Brick Oven Pizza in Provo. Haven't been there in years. We hadn't been there since Jeremy was doing balloons there- way before I was even pregnant with Lucky. He hasn't done restaurant work in a while.
So we went this evening. And had pizza. And root beer. And a great time. But no balloons.
It was made so much better by everyone talking about it being a Daddy-daughter, Daddy-son, Daddy-son, Daddy-son, Mommy-daughter, Mommy-son, Mommy-son, Mommy-son date. Don't you agree that that's just fun? Try it some time. Don't go out for a family outing. Go on a date. That includes the whole family. And call it something fun that includes everyone.
It was a fun family date.
Lucky found my earring and was very interested in it in that picture.
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