I spent the week trying to be an awesome mom, making all sorts of Halloween goodies for dinner:
Mummy Dogs
Ghost Pizza
Spider Sandwiches
Around Wednesday I ran out of ideas. It turned out ok, though, because we found out that Trevor made all A's in 1st quarter, so we took him out to dinner to celebrate. He chose Mexican, as usual, and apparently it was as much of a treat for Victoria as it was for Trevor. I haven't seen grown single women in their 40s flirt as shamelessly as Victoria did. She gets a lot of attention wherever she goes, because she commands it, but this was ridiculous. She referred to one waiter as "her friend" and batted her eyelashes and flashed her pearly whites every time he passed the table. I was embarrassed at her desperation, and I had to remember she was not a cougar on the prowl, but a 4-year-old completely unaware of her own actions...Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing. I really didn't expect to have to deal with this so soon. I thought I had another 6 or 7 years, easy. I'll certainly be on my toes. And next time, I'll at least see if she can get us a free meal.