If there's one thing that Katie loves, it's going on a date with her Baba. Once she hears that there's a date in the works she can talk about nothing but.A few weeks ago, her Baba took her to the bookstore and to frozen yogurt on their big date. Katie actually let me brush her hair and put a barrett in it, which she only does on very special occasions. She was very excited and waited by the door to go.
When they returned home, Katie talked about her date for the rest of the day. As she drifted off to sleep, the last thing she said was: "Thank you for my date."
For days after the date, she would tell anyone who would listen that she went on a date with her Baba. It warmed my heart that she couldn't stop talking about it. Sometimes, out of the blue, she would call out across the house or say, as he was leaving for work: "Thank you for my date, Baba." She even thanked me a couple of times for taking Peter on a date so they could go on their date.
Now, weeks later, the 'thank yous' are dwindling. That can only mean one thing. It must be time for another date...
