It seemed like a really good idea as I walked in the door after getting 10.0 off the school bus this afternoon. Because of the storm, its aftermath and life the girls and I had not gone out to dinner just the three of us in a while. So, since I was home tonight, why not? And I figured we’d try a relatively new hibachi place near our house (or at least one we had not tried yet).
Not unpredictably, 10.0’s initial reaction was, “No.” That happens a lot, so I don’t take it too personally.
Then the phone rang, and it was a friend of 12.5’s. In realtime, she was asking her friend to join us as she was asking me if it was alright. “Sure,” I said. Why not? I thought. Hibachi is fun with a bunch of people.
Now that 12.5 was taking a friend, 10.0 needed one for the evening as well. So with a quick series of call, her friend was in as well. And so, dinner for three was now dinner for five.
Not exactly what I had in mind when I blurted out my plan, but that’s OK. It was time together with friends, and at the end of the day that’s not such a bad thing. Right?