We went out to dinner last night with our friends Aaron and Erin. This was actually a big deal, because they live in California and we have two little kids and they have two little kids. At one point Aaron even mentioned how odd it was for all four of us to be there and all eight of our arms were free. Nobody was holding anybody. Hooray for Grandparents as babysitters.
The dinner conversation, of course, ended up being mostly about the kids (except for the stories that Gabe always likes to tell about him helping Erin move from Florida to California). At some point I said the following: