These must be the moments my mother fondly remembers when she has that weird amnesia about all the crazy stuff we did as kids. She has this selective memory that has allowed her to separate out these lovely parenting moments from those more challenging ones. I think I understand....I feel that way today! My brain is optimistic once again - I think those days of crazy restaurant behavior are well behind us (after just two positive experiences) and I am smug once again.
I think we'll take our daughter to an art opening Friday night.