On Sunday, my husband took the little guy on a long-requested bus and sky train trip - without me.
Believe me, I'm not pouting.
There was much chocolate to be had, girly movies to watch, and knitting to be done.
He brought back - more than two hours later - one very happy little boy, who had got to ride the bus, sit in the front of the sky train, play at the park, and have some time alone with his Daddy.
Me? I just enjoyed the silence. And the chocolate.