On Friday night, Lucas and I rented a beachfront room in Malibu. We left the girls with their Aunt Erin, and we knew they were in amazing hands. Still...they weren't so sure about the whole thing. Especially Norah.
I talked to both the girls before we left and asked them how they were feeling. Norah said, "It's ok if you go. Take pictures of everything you do, so I can see what a date is like." When we returned the next day, however, Norah was not pleased. She said, "I'm mad at you." And pouted, and stomped, and grumped her way around the house.
Then, later that evening she was singing the following song (which she made up entirely) sung to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know It":
Your mom went on a date and you were sad.
Your dad went on a date and you were sad.
Now they're back and so you're mad.
So you're being really bad.
Your mom and dad went on a date and you were sad.