In honor of Little’s upcoming third birthday (He’s three? What?!), I took him out for the day yesterday. Just me and Little, having a date. “Did you have fun with Mama on your outing today, Little?” “It wasn’t a outing, Dada, it was a DATE.” “Well excuuuuse me.” I always take vacation the week before each of the boys’ birthdays to prepare for the epic birthday cakes (see also The Birthday Cake Bar). I don’t actually need an entire week to make a cake, though, and I really shouldn’t be serving week-old cake anyway, so last year I came up with the idea of taking each birthday boy out for some one-on-one time. It was a huge hit so I decided to make it a yearly tradition. Over the weekend I was wracking my brain, trying to come up with some amazing and memorable events to do with Little. Monday night around 10 PM I was still stressing about it and searching online for kid-friendly activities. Just about then, my mister said the most amazing thing: “Babe, he just wants to be with you.” It might as well have been a bucket of cold water over my head. Of course he does. He just wants to spend time with his Mama, have me all to himself and not have to share me with Big. Such a simple idea, but a powerful one. I immediately put down the computer, sat back and thought about Little’s favorite things: being outside and Batman. Done. Easy peasy.