K and I are big on making sure we set our expectations right. "Good thing we are paying the babysitter $4,500 to go out tonight because this movie is probably going to stink, right?!"
It is not uncommon for one of us to call the other during the work day to say,
"I'm THINKING ABOUT IT, so you'd better THINK ABOUT IT too. I don't want you to reject me later tonight." [A little advanced notice works pretty well for us. I mean, once you get to thinkin' about it you get all... "who's too tired? I'm not too tired."]
Sometimes on the way to the movies we'll discuss how bad the film is likely to be so that we have plenty of room to be pleasantly surprised.
When I was pregnant with The Mayor, K and I decided to set our expectations such that we'd never be disappointed in our child's performance. We went around chanting,
"My child is going to be average in every way." So yesterday, I set off for my first ever parent teacher conference where The Mayor's teacher showed me samples of his work.
She pulled out a picture of a granola bar pasted to a piece of construction paper. Next to it, The Mayor had written:
A slow, proud smile spread across my face.
"Good thing we are paying the babysitter $4,500 to go out tonight because this movie is probably going to stink, right?!"