My handsome, young lunch date!
Dec. 4th, 2008 02:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tripperfunsterWhen I picked Quincey up from pre-school today, I asked him if he wanted to go out for lunch with me.
Somewhere FANCY was his eager reply. And lets go home first and dress fancy too!
oooookay. I put on a nice sweater and slacks and my 'fancy' dress boots. (yes, I do actually own high heels.) Much to Quincey's chagrin, we don't actually own any dress-up clothes for him, so I gave him an apple juice and an orange, and we quickly ran off to Zellers to buy him some 'fancy' clothes before lunch. He chose this one over a blue shirt and tie, and/or a white shirt with grey tie. He really wanted a BOW TIE *sporfle*, but they didn't have any.
The hostess AND the waitress both made a proper fuss over him, telling him how handsome and dressed up and grown up he looked. Halfway through lunch, Quincey leaned over to me and whispered; "I think everyone thinks we're married!" *****G*****
Somewhere FANCY was his eager reply. And lets go home first and dress fancy too!
oooookay. I put on a nice sweater and slacks and my 'fancy' dress boots. (yes, I do actually own high heels.) Much to Quincey's chagrin, we don't actually own any dress-up clothes for him, so I gave him an apple juice and an orange, and we quickly ran off to Zellers to buy him some 'fancy' clothes before lunch. He chose this one over a blue shirt and tie, and/or a white shirt with grey tie. He really wanted a BOW TIE *sporfle*, but they didn't have any.
The hostess AND the waitress both made a proper fuss over him, telling him how handsome and dressed up and grown up he looked. Halfway through lunch, Quincey leaned over to me and whispered; "I think everyone thinks we're married!" *****G*****
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Date: 2008-12-12 11:15 pm (UTC)You made me go "Ahhhhhh."
*wipes imaginary cuteness germs off self*
*shudders*