A couple of weeks ago, I was on a date one Wednesday night when the girls were with their dad. I hadn't specifically told them I was going, but Emily had a pretty good idea that I was out, as she had caught me trying on outfits that were unmistakably date-ish. When Sara asked Em to let her use her phone so she could call me, Em shared her suspicions.
"I think she's on a date, kid."
Sara was incredulous. "What? She didn't tell me she was going out! And it's after 9! Dates don't last until 9:00!"
She called anyway.
I missed her call. :)
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