Do you remember when you were a kid and your parents would go on a date and leave you with a babysitter? Despite the fact that both my parents worked, that was always a tramatic experience. Even when they picked babysitters I liked. Why? Because it was hard to imagine that Mom and Dad wanted to do something that didn’t involve me. I could not fathom what they could possibly be doing that was more fun than hanging out with me.

Now that I’m older, I have a better idea as to why they maybe didn’t want to constantly hang out at home with a 5 year old (adorable though I was) and at least “some” concept of what it is that they might have been doing without me. And I feel a little guilty for all those impositions.

So thanks for putting up with all those Saturday mornings when I climbed in bed with you to “fix your hair” by adding as many barrettes as possible when I’m sure all you wanted was for me to go back to sleep. And sorry for all the date nights that resulted in waterworks on my part. Mom and Dad, this one’s for you.