Sweetest Date Ever

I stayed with Aaron on Saturday while Steph and Mike went to the baseball game. Going for pizza in one of the little strip malls leading into their subdivision seemed like a fun idea, and that's what we did.

Before we left, there were various modes of transportation to consider -

Gran B's truck -

Aaron's car -

And this four-wheeler from Aunt Sarah.

Of course I decided on the stroller.

Aaron had a pizza slice and smiley fries, with a fruit roll-up for the diaper bag. He didn't spot it or it would have been eaten on the spot. He's a fan. There was a cheese cracker for an appetizer.

About half way home he decided he'd had enough of the stroller and simply slid out the front. Many times he headed for the curb, looked back at me, said "No Street" and turned back for the sidewalk. There were also yards to try (can there be a difference?)

and puddles to walk in.

His favorite by far was when a motorcycle drove by. For the next ten minutes he looked hopefully in the direction the motorcycle was headed and said "motorcycle." He didn't care for the car with a loud muffler.

I hope everyone's Saturday night date was as sweet.