Sister #3 & The Tibbles came over tonight to get some stuff. The Tibbs came to collect their electronics abandoned here yesterday because they don’t bring them to their dad’s house. Sister #3 came to collect the scoop about my recent heartbreak while the boys played outside.
Since we were still yacking we invited the boys inside, and while she discussed dinner options with Nolan and Liam, Cade stood next to where I sitting telling me about their trip to WI Dells tomorrow.
“Your hair looks really perfect,” he said.
I raised my hand to my hair and smoothed it down. “Are you making fun of me?” I asked. That’s just how our family works.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It looks really good right now, with the pink and the purple.”
As we settled into our chairs at Perkins (where kids eat free on Tuesdays!) I told Sister #3 about it.
“Cade said my hair looks nice.”
She looked at my head. “Was he making fun of you?”
“No!” I said. “I asked him that.”
We laughed and went back to talking about the woes of dating and pancakes and how much we missed the bread bowl salad.
“Do you want this?” Cade asked, pointing the last mozzarella stick at me.
“No,” I said. “You can have it.”
After we were done the waiter brought all the Tibbs cookies that come free with kids’ meals apparently.
“Here,” Cade said, handing his bag to me. “You can have mine.” Sister #3 looked at me and shrugged.
Then, as we were walking to our cars, the boys chattering excitedly about leaving for the Dells in the morning, Cade ran ahead to Ruby, and opened the door as I approached.
“Wow,” I said to Sister #3. “He must really miss me.”
“He must,” she said.
“He complimented my hair, offered me cookies, opened the door, he’s gonna be a good date,” I said. “Sadly, this is the best date I’ve had in a long time.”
She shook her head. “Don’t give up. I know it’s hard, but you really did connect with that guy, and I’m sure he meant all the things he said. He was just a dirtbag. There are a lot of dirtbags.”