A couple Fridays ago Nini and Grandpa came over to watch Sophie, and Andy and I went on a date.
We then, appropriately, had dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant, Ambar.
In the past, we’ve left Sophie with my parents only to discover that she cried—for hours. But on this night, my mom and dad said she was so, so very happy. I think she really knows them now, which makes me feel good. She played and laughed, my parents gave her a bath, and then my mom rocked her to sleep. And Andy and I enjoyed a much-needed night out.
“Playwrights are like men who have been dining for a month in an Indian restaurant. After eating curry night after night, they deny the existence of asparagus.” —Peter Ustinov