Luke and Evie are still trying to gain their sense of time so we are constantly talking about what day it is, what month it is, whose birthday is coming up, what holiday is coming up, etc. Saturday, we discussed that it was Halloween (which was fun but anticlimactic after all our festivities for the past week and a half) and Luke wanted to know if Valentine's Day was next. Of course, I explained that Valentine's day wasn't until February and before it would be Valentine's Day we would celebrate Thanksgiving, George's birthday, Christmas, and New Year's. Luke thought about it a while, but was inexplicably stuck on the topic of Valentine's Day.
He asked, "Okay, Mom, when it's Valentine's Day, I'll be your Valentine, okay?"
Me, "Sure. I'd love that!"
Evie, "Will you be my Valentine too?"
Me, "Of course! That would be wonderful! I'll be George and Daddy's Valentine too! Luke? Will you be my Valentine?"
Me, "Evie, will you be my Valentine too?"
Evie, "Yes, mama."
Me, "Great!" Silence in the car ensued, which just means that they are thinking.
Luke, "Mommy, can we go on a date since we're going to be Valentines?"
Me, "Certainly. When do you want to go on a date?"
Evie, "Can I go on a date too?"
Me, "Well, sure!"
Luke, "Maybe we can all go on a date! And you know when you go on a date, you have to wear shoes that hurt."
Luke nodded his head solemnly. "Yes, you have to wear shoes that hurt."
Me, "We'll see."
Lindsey who was silent through the entire conversation, started chuckling at his comment and said, "He's right. Girls usually do wear shoes that hurt when they go on a date."
I sighed a heavy sigh. "I guess, but where in the world did he hear that?"
So, we planned our date. We're contemplating next Saturday. Maybe dinner and a movie - a date for three: me, Luke and Evie. Sounds wonderful, except for the fact that my feet are going to hurt!