Ollie and I went on “not a date” tonight.  After dropping Lily at Daisys we headed for the local diner in search of a treat:  me{pie}, him{ice cream}.  Success!  He had a “frownie” sundae and I had some apple pie ala mode.  The conversation was interesting, the setting seedy and the company the very best.

Of course, this same boy is the one who just told me he hated me.  Why?  Because I don’t let him do what he wants.  Tonight he wants to stay up past his bedtime.  One day I know he will have lots more reasons to say that and deep down not mean it one bit.  I could only cuddle him and send him to bed.  I’m no Frownie.