Huh? (you may ask...or even gasp...)
This happens when mom and dad both ass.u.me that the other one took care of feeding our son his usual batch of healthy oatmeal and fruit during the hectic morning of packing, cleaning, and last minute grabbing! The conversation went a little something like this:
The kid is sitting in the back seat contentedly munching a fistful of squirmy, wormy, sugar-y delight, when the hubs asks:
"So, what did you feed him for breakfast?"
"Huh? I thought YOU fed him breakfast!"
(Yeah, that's how it went, we're losers...we get it.)
and it's followed by a special lunch date with gaga
at the wonderful Richfield Taco Time. (crisp meat burritos - holla!)
gaga tells the best stories...
it includes reuniting with old friends (and we're talking "good old Monroe Elementary School days old friends" so great to see all of them! They were beautiful, their kids were beautiful, it was so great to catch up for a bit! (amidst cotton candy, navajo tacos, and deep fried twinkies, no less. Can all ya'll say "HEAVEN?")
and what "perfect day" would be complete without old people square dancing? (I know, right?)
But what is the best, best, bestest of the bestest (better than all the restest) part of the perfect day? (you may ask)