This afternoon, when the day was creeping toward the bewitching hour when children (and mothers) can get a little moody, Ruby had the brilliant idea that we should make a fancy restaurant for Marc to come home to.

So first we had to send a formal invitation to him.

Next, I had some happy, and some less than happy, helpers pick up the family room. Because what kind of fancy restaurant has laundry in the formal dining area? Certainly not ours!

We colored menus and fancy formal attire was required.

The table was set with only the finest cutlery and Red Vines, paper napkins, and straws for our drinking glasses.

The girls insisted that dad “get handsome!” as soon as he arrived from the office. I was also informed my current dress was not fancy, and that I too had to change.

Ruby and Hazel served the dinner. And informed Marc and I that the final evening activities included- Marc and I dancing together and then a smoochie kiss on the patio.