Date Knight

First, I'd like to make a few things clear:

1. I am not employed by Chik fil a 

2. I'm not addicted to Chik fil a

3. We like Chik fil a. A lot.

4. Ethan owns other shirts. 

Moving on...

Our local Chik fil a hosted a mother-son Date Knight last weekend. Not really knowing whether or not Ethan would want to go with me (he's pretty much a daddy-only kinda guy), I signed us up. I never told him about it, until he woke up from his nap, about an hour before the event.

"Ethan, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"You mean like when Mater went on a date with Holly?"

"Yeah."

"Just me and you?"

"Yup."

"YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He then proceeded to immediately put on his shoes and proclaim, "I'm going on a DATE!! Just me and mommy!" over and over until we left. He even helped me get ready and requested that I wear a skirt for the event.

 It was quite possibly the most fun I have ever had with Ethan. Ever. He talked non stop the entire night (which is big for him, he usually lets Kate do the talking) and used the words "just me and you" at least 30 times.

Sweet, sweet boy.

Speaking of this sweet boy of mine, here's a crazy story for you. A couple of weeks ago, he burned his finger on the stove. I had JUST told him not to touch it, so at first he wouldn't tell me what happened. He thought he would be in trouble. We ran it under cold water for a good 10 minutes and then he never said anything again and I completely forgot about it. Then, a week later, he told me to look at his finger and there was a little yellow/green dot on the tip, which I thought was a booger. Turns out, it wasn't a booger, but an infection growing inside the blister of the burn (a blister I had not noticed till then; I just hope it was because it hadn't bothered him till then and not because he was too scared to tell me). Anyway, over the next 24 hours, the blister quadrupled in size, it was hot and painful, so I made an apt with his pediatrician. The doctor drained it, removed the skin (he was honestly SO brave), and biopsied the green goo in fear of a staph infection. Results came back Monday morning. No staph infection, but... strep. In his finger. I don't know just how rare this is, but the nurse seemed to think it was pretty strange. Luckily, they had started him on antibiotics just in case so at least it didn't spread to his throat. But it did spread to someone's throat... mine! Lucky me. I haven't had strep since I was a kid, and let me tell you, strep. is. no. joke. I got on antibiotics first thing Monday morning and to be honest, the symptoms haven't really subsided. I'm in so much pain, I'm taking post-delivery meds and that hardly helps. I guess being 30 is no joke either: Recovery time is a lot longer than when I was 15!

Moral of the story: If you go on a date with your son, he might give you strep throat.
But it will still be worth it.

Most of you reading this probably think it's a lame story. But we are NOT frequent visitors to the doctor (we're talking well-visits and maybe one other visit per year per family), so twice in one week is definitely a record for us.