Today Ethan-6yr solemnly told me I looked "very, VERY nice" today. (I don't) Then he asked if just the two of us could go do fun things tonight. How could I say no?
On the list of "fun" things he has already mentioned:
playing 'Lights Out Golf" at the mall (only thing scarier than Ethan-6yr swinging a golf club at the mall is him doing it in the dark)
playing the game at the movie theatre where you lower a helmet onto your head and pull a trigger (lice, anyone? fun!)
eating ice cream at a certain place
and a couple more I can't remember, but wish I could, because DUDE. THey were so not my idea of fun. But who cares? He said I looked "very, VERY nice" (in my white t shirt and jeans), and that's a lovely start.
I'll even risk the lice if he really wants me to.