Daughter #1 has had many a Daddy/Daughter date, to the point where they have seen the inside of a restaurant way more than my husband and I have alone together in the past nine years. It's rare that Daughter #1 and I have time alone, much less an outing at a restaurant.
So, over powdered donuts and bacon (her) and grits with sausage gravy (definitely not her), we played the American Girl version of "Would You Rather...."--which is far nicer than the typical rising 4th grade version that has some truly gross possibilities. (Daughter #1 enjoys a match with anyone over anything!)
We talked about if it would be nicer with no siblings or 10 siblings. We both had pros and cons. (She has one sibling; I have 3 sisters.) Would we rather eat out every day or at home every day. Again, difficult to pick just one. Even choosing between dancing or singing in front of 10,000 people was a tough call. I figure you can fudge dance steps, even though Simon Cowell would undoubtedly say, "The dancing--if you could call it that--was hideous." Daughter #1 was more ready to sing, having just sung at the YMCA (though not by herself and not for more than 25). ("How about doing "Y-M-C-A" with hand motions in front of 10,000?!")
We closed out our first date with some window shopping at Target. Daughter #1 has some birthday gift cards to spend, and it's a great opportunity to talk about how much things cost (and how to find out how much things cost, as super soakers on summer clearance weren't 'red-tagged' the other day).
As she's entering the second half of her pre-adult years (yikes!), having special time together is a real blessing. You find out a little bit more about who she is, what she likes, what she still needs to know, and how much you don't have in common. (What do you mean you like cats better than dogs?)
And, in a strange capper to the day, the father of one of Daughter #1's classmates called to ask if I would work on the Barack Obama campaign. He said when his daughter talked up the candidate at school that Daughter #1 was one of the most obvious and vocal supporters of his campaign.
"Really!?" I said, having told him that I was undecided. (And too busy with the PTA. I actually have his wife's former volunteer spot!!)
I'm not sure which one of us was more surprised.