A few nights before Christmas, Dan and I planned a date night. A real, go-all-out date night. The plan was for Sylas to spend the night at Dan's parents house. He has had spend the night parties with them before, so no big deal, right?! Wrong!
A few minutes before bed time, they called and said he had been crying and screaming for almost an hour-asking for Daddy and Mommy. We were at the Melting Pot, which is a restaurant that cannot be rushed. Everyone agreed that we should at least finish our date and see how the night went from there.
About an hour later, they called and said that Sylas managed to climb out of his pack-n-play, get him self dressed, come downstairs and while trying to go outside says....
"I'll wait. I'll wait. I-a go ou-side and wait for my Daddy." ("I'll wait. I'll wait. I'm gonna go outside and wait for my Daddy.")
Needless to say, he came home and slept in his own bed that night, and that was the end of date night.