I never liked first dates. Even when they went well, there was this constant worry that maybe things wouldn’t go as well next time. What do I wear? Where should we go? Should I pay for my meal or let him pay for all of it? Do I shave my legs? What if I can’t stand him? What if he smells? WHAT IF? Thankfully I haven’t had to go on a first date in over a dozen years, but I’ve recently realized that every outing with Vivi runs the risk of being very similar to a terrible first date. From the risk of embarrassment to the awkward conversations, here are some of the reasons I stress about outings with my toddler (almost) as much as I worried about first dates.
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I’ll keep taking her out, no matter how unpredictable things may be sometimes. I can’t keep her home until she’s 8 and suddenly expect her to behave out in public. It’s a (exhausting) learning process, but it’s also a pretty funny one if you can keep your sense of humor and wits about you.
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