First Dates are Fun

Before we realized that the fever that Camille had the previous day (that was subsequently gone) and the tiny rash that soon covered her entire torso presented itself meant she had scarlet fever, we did some stuff. It's been a Daddy Daycare summer.

On the day in question above, before we learned that she was dealing with scarlet fever, we had all sorts of stuff planed. One was normal swim, a second was a new summer swim camp with possible lunch outing, and later there was a yripto the art supply store and even gymnastics in the afternoon.

First (regular) swim went well (as always). But summer swim camp was too much. Originally, Cass was supposed to be there with her, which probably would have made it a bit easier. As parents, we were told we couldn't be around the swimmers, that we would need to take our places in the shaded seating area across from the pool. I'm dropping my four-year-old off at what looks like a swim race and then going THIS far away?

She's there, I swear. She didn't do well. I'm chopping it up to a combo of the situation and the remnants of her fever the previous day. She was in such good spirits that it all seemed like not a ludicrous idea.

Anywho, afterwards, we went to a diner for lunch, both had breakfast, and I realized it was our first meal at a sitdown restaurant ever. It was out first date:

She just corrected me as I typed this: "No daddy, it was our first lunch date."

Well, I had a magical time. 

Other Daddy Daycare activities had centered on local things, like the library complex downtown: it has a big playground, a ton of books inside, places to play with Lego, places to color, and even activities and games outside, along with free lunch if you're there at the right time. 

Being a kid, am I right?