Adrienne and I were able to sneak away tis evening for what you might call a date. Thanks to Grandma Carol we had a couple hours at a local coffeeshop, replete with food, beverage, and music.
We needed a bit of time to peruse the menu, so our barista placed a small toy for us to wind when we needed to call him from the kitchen. Quirky.
Oh, and it’s worth noting that, according to my parents, I was utterly terrified of these things (jack-in-the-box, that is) as a baby.
quirky indeed, but also pretty neat!