When I’m out and it’s just D and M having dinner alone, they order pizza and eat it on the couch while they watch videos.
When D is out and it’s just me and M, I am told we have to have a fancy, restaurant-style dinner at the dining table with candles and napkins and our juice in wineglasses and actual conversation.
Hmmm.
Think you might be getting the short end of the stick, there…
I don’t know… it’s clear who she considers the sophisticate — surely a victory of sorts?
I tried the pizza route but was firmly rebuffed — “No. That’s a Daddy thing.”