A woman Julie works with loves her nanny, so on a whim we hired her to watch our kids tonight while we went out to dinner and a movie all carefree and toddlerless. I'm sure we'll get the complete story from Lyla tomorrow morning, but everything reportedly went well; after dinner the kids watched about 30 minutes of Cinderella before Lyla announced it was bedtime.
Of course after paying the babysitter, we had to go up to the kids' rooms to neurotically make sure they were, like, actually there.
Okay then. I'll interrogate Lyla tomorrow ("Daddy, her boyfriend is so tall!" "Daddy, Rowan does not like whiskey!" "Daddy, look at my Rapunzel tramp stamp!"), but this is maybe something we could get used to.
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