I mentioned to Ken at breakfast that Karin said that in addition to his and my “date” the next time she visits, she would like to go on a date with me. Reid looked up from her Nutrios/Rice Krispies mix (bland but nutritious once the Nutrios are in the bowl) and said, “a date with Aunt Karin, and you, and me?” I told her that it would be just Aunt Karin and me. Dates for 3 just aren’t the same, eh? Well, Reid started to fuss because she “waa-anted to go” and I assured her that Aunt Karin, she and I would go somewhere. But I didn’t give up on the other, not that I pointed out the distinction. No sense hearing that fussing for days on end. Am I a tricky, deceptive mom?