Spoiler Alert

This weekend Grant and I went on our first movie date since Jack was born (and maybe our second ever).  We went to see American Sniper.  It was awesome. 

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I won't give away the ending to the movie. But I will give away the ending to our night.

We got home I asked the babysitter how Jack was.   Her response started like this, "Well...he cried a lot.  Again."

Ok that sucks but no big whoop.  But then she kept going...

"And he wouldn't eat any dinner."

"And he wouldn't have any of his bottle."

"And he went to bed at 6...I think he was tired from all of the crying."

"Oh and he is still wearing his clothes from the day."

So, basically, the entire laundry list of things you never want to hear from your babysitter.  He went to bed sad, hungry, and dirty.  Oh joy.

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The smart thing to do would be to have her come way more often so he actually knows who she is and doesn't get forever sad.

But the more economical, and likely, thing to do is never go to the movies together again until Jack is at college.

But really, great movie.

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