Just another Friday with daddy...

Blogged with Eric's permission...if not his blessing.

Eric has the kids on Fridays. Believe me, I know firsthand how chaotic some days are when kids outnumber adults. Some days are smooth sailing. Others, not so much.

Eric and I do things differently. Very differently. I like to try to keep things neat and clean, but that is less of a concern for Eric. I know that when I arrive home on Fridays, the house will resemble Dorothy meets the tornado. But, my kids are happy. Always happy when they've spent the day with Eric. So, I have no real complaints.

We met up last Friday to have dinner out. We had done this a few weeks earlier, and it worked out really well. Audrey was so excited to see me when we met at the restaurant, and I enjoyed catching up with Audrey, Eric, and Ian about the day's events. So, I was looking forward to this Friday's dinner out as well.

We had settled into our booth, jackets off, menus being reviewed. Eric and Audrey had made their decisions for ordering, when Eric said to Audrey:

"Oh, tell mommy about lunch!"

A: "Um, I don't know. What?"

I'm thinking it's a prompt to tell what she had to eat. Dumb mommy.

E: "Tell mommy about what you said at lunchtime."

A: "Oh! 'Daddy, there's a fire! The stove is on fire!'"

E: "And what did you do when you saw the fire?"

A: "I ran away really fast!"

Eric, to me: "And how many fires did you put out today?"

And that's when I decided to order french fries and cheesecake for dinner.