Upon returning home from church on Sunday, I had the following conversation with my husband (while my children looked on):
Me: The stake is having a Sweetheart Ball on the 13th and I really want to go.
Moe: Oh, yeah?
Me: Yeah. There is this guy I've had my eye on and I'm hoping that he'll ask me.
Me: Yeah, he's really handsome, sexy even, and sooo funny. I've been watching him for a long time now and I really hope he asks me.
Noel: (breathlessly interrupting) Who is it, mom?
I'm not sure if she was disappointed or relieved when I told her that it was her dad.
A few hours later as I was filling in the dates on the calendar...
Me: (spoken loudly for the benefit of Morgan who was in the next room) Yup. The Sweetheart Ball. I sure hope that hot guy asks me to go.
Noel: What if someone else asks you to go?
Me: I guess I'll go with whomever asks me first.
Noel: *gasp* What if Joe asks you before Dad? (Joe and his wife Emily are our friends.)
Me: Then I guess I'll go with Joe.
Noel: And Dad can take Emily!
I see her problem solving skills are coming along nicely.