I am sure you are all waiting with baited breath to find out how The Talk went with Peter on Friday night.
In one word - smooth.
But if you want a more than one word then - On Friday night as Sarah and Dan headed for the Daddy/Daughter Dance, Peter and I headed to dinner at a local wing restaurant. Peter had not been there in ages (and in fact never remembered even going there) because Dan and I don't think the food there is that great. But we must be the only ones who feel that way because we had to wait 25 minutes for a table.
And we waited outside in the cold. Peter who is cold natured liked me, was wearing a very large coat. He had it zipped all the way up and had the hood pulled over his head. You know how when you are a mom and you are heading out into the bitter winter weather you would bundle your two-year-old up so tightly that they couldn't move? Kind of like Randy in a Christmas Story:
That's what Peter reminded me of standing there in the cold night air. A two-year-old. Only Peter was not wearing a scarf or mittens but you get the idea.
And I thought to myself, where did my baby go? He's ten and I'm about to tell him the facts of life and he's standing there all bundled up and all I want to do is squeeze him and hug him and tell him to stop growing up so fast. But before I could embarrass him like that, they called us. Our table was ready.
But I can't finish this story yet because Peter has an allergist appointment and I'm about to be late to pick him up....