Yesterday, as a special birthday treat, my husband and baby had a special daddy-daughter date;
one that involved French pastries, cappuccino, jammies and snuggles. Who could ask for more?
And so, while I was out doing birthday-related-things,
I sent my husband an email letting him know that I’d arrived at the store,
cuz, ya know, we check in like that,
and this is what I got back in return:
“OKAY!!!! love you! Brobee had never tried a sandwich, but said he didn’t like them. The gang had to sing a whole song about trying things. Brobee…always messing things up.”
And in case you live under a rock,
don’t have a small child
or are that, painfully, uncool,
Brobee is a character from our family’s favorite TV show, Yo Gabba Gabba.
My husband may be one year older,
but he most certainly has not grown up.
And that is just the way I like it.