Emily, regarding whether we should order dessert last night: "The baby wants some, I can't help it."
Emily, explaining how she knows: "Have YOU ever had a child? It told me telepathically, through the umbilical cord."
I wanted to make a record of those quotes, I'm sure we'll want to reference them at a later date.
This probably won't be the last time the baby will be used to get her way... in fact, I'll bet it's the BABY that doesn't want me to have a Wii. It already has Dad wrapped around its little finger. Apparently, telepathically.
Speaking of dessert, it was only yesterday that I divulged (on Annie's blog) that Em and I are vowing to eat at home for 30 days. Just for a change of pace, we're preparing menus, power-grocery-shopping, etc. in order to prepare each evening's meal ourselves.
About six hours after I told Annie of our "dine-at-home" plans, we were sitting in Bristol's restaurant browsing a menu.
It's not that we're weak. Em found out late yesterday afternoon that her classes had been canceled for the week. Since she isn't usually home Monday nights, we hadn't planned dinner.
At least that's the excuse we're going with.
Monday night is my "night out" when I generally watch Monday Night Football on TV at a bar somewhere and have beer and a salad. Spending it with Em was MUCH more fun... although there was nothing on television except football.
We could have played the Wii, I guess...
This little piggy said "wii, wii, wii..." all the way home.