The Dinner Party

I love husbands and their "planning". We attended, what I thought was supposed to be, a casual dinner Friday night to meet his friend Josh's new girlfriend. The plans (between the guys) were made Friday afternoon. On the way up to I asked Jeremiah if he was sure it wasn't a fancy dinner party and that we should've gotten a babysitter. He said that Josh made it sound casual and Miah didn't ask any questions (too late now). Low and behold, it was a home cooked gourmet dressed up dinner party with wine and cocktails and about 12 people (who all got sitters). I don't remember the last time I was that uncomfortable.

Boston did well except for a few minor things.
He tried to blow out all of the candles that were lit all over the house.

He ate the chips and dip appetizer with the boys, but I caught him spitting out the bites he didn't like all over the beautiful dinner table settings (luckily it was empty and everyone else was busy eating appetizers and talking that no one noticed- and I did clean it up).

And he insisted eating his noodles (that I brought for him) at the table, in his own chair. Jeremiah and I had to share a chair. That's our own fault for bringing him.

Now don't think that the minute we got there we didn't want to turn around and run home. But thanks to Josh and his new girlfriend and all of her friends, they made us feel comfortable and not too embarrassed that we brought our 2 year old. It was still a fun evening.

I would love to hear some of your funny "husband planning" stories.