Emma lamented all the way home about how waiting another 45 minutes wouldn't have ruined our plans for the rest of the day. We were just running errands after all?? I put her off as long as I could, but she would not stop hounding me about the urgency of leaving that fun service project. So I finally said, "OK, well, I can't tell you where we're going, but you should wear something cute." And then she guessed. Oh, that girl is so quick.
Last weekend, I got tickets for the two of us to see The Little Mermaid in Dallas. What awesome timing that they decided to go on tour just after the middle school's production of The Little Mermaid. I knew Emma would be so excited to go and I wanted it to be a surprise, but I'm terrible at keeping secrets. If I know it, then everyone else usually knows it, too.