I called him to see where he was-- he'd taken Emma with him to his work for a few things and on an errand so I could nap, but I didn't know it would take this long-- and I say, "So where are you now?"
"Oh, I'm on a date."
Apparently while waiting for the brakes on the car to be checked (they've been making a funny noise) he took Emma for a walk to get a snack and to the library, and she's thoroughly enjoying herself.
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From what I heard, they both got "drinks"-- which I'm assuming means probably a soda for him and some kind of juice drink for her-- and she got a bag of yogurt-covered pretzels.
The library they're at, incidentally, is the one I got locked in after closing when I was in Jr. High.
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Before she married him, my Aunt was jealous that my Uncle went along with my dad to the father-daughter dance. I was like 8 at the time. Sheesh.
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Well, here in the buckbrush, saying a dad was on a date with a daughter has an entirely different sound. Thankfully, my family is a transplant That's pretty cool, kq!
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