Date Night: From the Home Front

Last night was Date Night.

No guns or alcohol this time.

A rather low-budget evening.

Carrabba’s for dinner.

(Only because we had a gift card, thanks to Look Up’s annual Christmas party.)

Mid-dinner, a text arrived from Riley, our evening’s official babysitter.

It was a photo of Magnus, perched like royalty on an old chair in our sunroom.

When we returned home, Riley gave us the evening’s breakdown . . .  photojournalist-style.

(I guess my parents never had that luxury with their babysitters -eh?)

First, there was music.

And costumes.

And dancing.

And then, as is so often the case, music led to art.

(Apparently Berg was drawing drums.  To keep the rhythm going.)

Next was more dancing.

Dancing that turned into a game of Ring Around the Piper.

Which everyone agreed to play.

Until they didn’t.

Which made Piper very disappointed.

And then angry.

Because Piper Finn is sort of inordinately attached to being the Center of Attention.

Not a joke – just yesterday she made this statement to our friend Nate –

“According to me, I am the boss of everybody.”

According to me, I’ve got my work cut out for me to keep that little kid humble.

And according to Riley,

who took nearly 100 photos of their evening together,

Date Night was pretty great on the home front as well.