Date Night

Lately, every time I get home from work in the evenings, which is right about the time Little A finishes his evening meal, he comes up to me and takes me to the door to indicate we should go out.

Where we used to walk to the playground or around the swimming pool outside, these days he likes to go further abroad - specifically, down the road to where a row of restaurants and cafes is situated.

He has decided on a favourite restaurant and heads straight for it and up the stairs to a preferred table. He sits and reads his book in enough time that it takes me to order and consume something. Since these regular dates are getting quite painful on the wallet, this means a small salad, an interesting appetizer, or even just a drink.

Some nights I convince him that we could go to Starbucks instead. He likes this too, after initially needing to be carried inside and shown that it wasn't a frightening place to be.

While Little A still has a long way to go improving his communication and social skills, this is a little help in that direction, I hope. And it's a wonderful way to bond with a child.