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Okay, on to this week's sentence:
Speaking from experience, I'm going to give you a little advice on...how to have a nice, inexpensive date with your son.
Actually, that’s not true. I’m going to tell you how not to have a nice, inexpensive date with your son because that’s all I know.
We started having one-on-one evenings with our sons a few years ago. We took turns taking one of the boys out to do something fun like bouncing at the Inflatable Palace or going to Chuck E. Cheese. We did this about once a month.
These outings became more and more expensive as we tagged on dinner and dessert and eventually a trip to Toys R Us where the boys would spend some of their money on a toy they, most likely, would play with for a day, then relegate to the pile of other crappy toys they’d accumulated over the previous 12 months.
We decided to change what our dates with our sons would look like moving forward. We told them we would be eating dinner at home on their date nights, but would take "our date" out for dessert after dinner.
Last night, my seven year old, Josiah, and I had our date night. I asked him if he wanted to go out for dessert. He said no. He wanted to eat dessert at home then go to my bedroom to share secrets (plan practical jokes), read, and snuggle.
Wow, that wasn’t the response I was expecting. This was so easy.
So after dinner, we went upstairs, while Steve played in the basement with the other two. We sat in my bed and Josiah excitedly shared his “secret” with me. Then he pulled out three books for me to read. What I didn’t count on was the fact that in the early evening, if I’m not actively doing something, I get drowsy. And reading a book in bed makes me really drowsy.
Half way through Bread and Jam for Frances, I had to stop. I told him, “I’m gonna fall asleep if I read anymore. Let’s just talk.”
So, he started talking (he’s our talker). And talking. And talking. About Mongo, the giant gingerbread man from Shrek. He talked about Mongo for 45 minutes straight. He had to wake me up three times, no lie. There was drool on the pillow, people.
After the third awakening, I suggested we snuggle. He snuggled in and we lay together. I was dying. My legs started jerking because I was so tired. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up, apologized, cut the date short and went downstairs.
Clearly, this kind of date wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
Boring does not make for easy. I remember telling all my friends in high school that getting a job at Hallmark would be the best job to have because it would be so easy. All you do is sit there. One of my friends got a job there and while it was easy she was bored out of her mind. She quit two weeks later.
So I’m looking for some ideas. What things do you do on dates with your kids that are both inexpensive and fun?
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