The little boys had a plan tonight. Their plan was that someone come over to the house and watch them while their mother an I go out on a date...they even had a suggestion: "Ask Mercy!" (or as Zoe would say, "Mermi!").
I explained to the guys that Mercy had a real life and I was not going to ask her to come over on the spur of the moment. At this exact second, my Blackberry buzzed....it was Mercy the Uber Assistant, asking "Why don't you and Kels go out on a date - I'll come over and whoop the boys on Dance Dance Revolution!".
Ha! Timing is everything! Thanks, Mermi! You rock!