Yesterday, Adelaide and I got to go on a Mommy-Daughter Date.
I don't know if it's because I'm usually busy corralling her brothers or I just can't hear her when she does talk, but it's been awhile since I spent a day really focusing just on Adelaide and paying sole attention to what she has to say.
I had forgotten how funny she is, and just how delighted I am with half the stuff that comes out of her mouth.
We started at Chili's for lunch.
"Mom, I highly recommend the quesadillas, but you can get whatever you want. But you should probably get the quesadillas. And you should probably go ahead and look over the menu before we start talking so that you can pick what you want to eat. Then I'll tell you why I think they named this restaurant 'Chili's'."
"Oh, my goodness, Adelaide. I just love you."
After lunch we went to a couple stores, browsing and looking around. Upon entering a clothing store, Adelaide picked up the sleeve of a shirt hanging next to her and asked, "Mom, what is this?"
"It's a peasant blouse."
"Well, it looks like a peasant blouse exploded all over the inside of this store."
And it did. Everywhere you looked, peasant-hippy-wear.
"Oh my goodness, Adelaide. I love you."
Right before we went to the theater, we went to a gas station to pick up some sweet contraband. Adelaide spent nearly ten minutes perusing the candy aisle before finally choosing a giant, swirled, multi-colored lollipop. As we exited the store, she happily told me, "I chose this one because it will make me feel really old-fashioned while I'm eating it and I can pretend to be Laura Ingalls Wilder while watching a movie. This is pretty much the best day ever."
"Oh my goodness, I love you, Adelaide."
Then we went to see the movie "Brave." We got there a little early, and Adelaide was inspecting the curtains covering the screen in the theater while we waited for the previews to start. When the lights dimmed and the curtain began to rise, she scrunched down in her seat next to me and whispered, "I'm a little bit frightened of those curtains because I keep thinking something scary is hiding behind them. I thought the same thing with the curtains at The Nutcracker, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to alarm anyone."
"Oh my goodness, I love you. Also, I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"