Family Night

Spills is howling out a tune in the bath at the moment and banging on the side of the tub with what sound like playmobil toys (or, as we call them in our household, "Bordies"). She is in high spirits, having monopolized the meal of the people beside us, at the Japanese restaurant we ate at tonight.

She was very much egged on by the people at that table, who had a one-year-old daughter. I am willing to swear that the mom was a teacher just finishing up her maternity leave, because she spoke to Spills in that you-and-I-are-on-the-same-level way that some teachers are able to do. Also, they had a lengthy discussion about how great math was. At the end, there was a very tender farewell, with hugs all around. Sometimes I have difficulty remembering what it used to be like to go to restaurants and be anonymous. I think I liked it. Although there's something to be said for being the parent of the party animal.

After dinner, we headed off to Scholar's Choice to find a gift for Spilly's boyfriend Robbie, who is turning four tomorrow. We decided upon a cool snails board game and the book, "Harry the Dirty Dog." Spills wanted to also get him a miniature radio, some dolls and a flexible frog ring, but we decided against these in the end.

And now, I am hearing ominous splashes for the tub. Spills is yelling, "Rock and Roll" in her best vibrato. Think it may be time to draw this blog entry and the bath to a close. Good night!