Valentine

Thad and I planned to go to the Melting Pot for an early Valentine dinner on the 13th...to avoid the crowds on the actual day of love. We dropped Jovi off at his sister's house and sat down at the restaurant with a bottle of wine. I leaned over and asked Thad if he would be my valentine. He shook his head no and said he already had one. I, making sure to look hurt, asked him who the lucky girl was. He said we just dropped her off at the sitters on the way to dinner. (sigh) The daddy's girl era has begun. I need to have a boy...mommy needs to be some one's valentine!