Tonight Drew and I went to a show at the Kennedy Center -- the first time we've been there, and it was WAY impressive -- and to make it happen I had to pick Rachel up early from camp, feed her, get myself dressed after the babysitter, her swim teacher Taylor, came at 6 so I could meet Drew at the Kennedy Center in time for the 7:30 p.m. curtain.
Everything went quite smoothly. I took Rachel for pizza at The Italian Store, and we sat outside in the extreme heat (but under an umbrella) to eat it. We got to talking about American Girl dolls, and other toys, and I mentioned that she was lucky because I didn't have that cool stuff when I was growing up.
"I feel sorry for when you were little," she replied. "You didn't have American Girl. I don't know how I'd LIVE without American Girl."
(Dad, this is your revenge for me asking you more than once whether they had invented Oreos when you were a kid. Or whether you had to take the SATs. Sorry, again).
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