There was a break in the heavy rains on Tuesday and Oliver had been asking if we could go get a donut so I bundled him up and we headed out the door. A latte for me and a glazed raised for him were waiting for us down the street, I walked and he rode his bike. Along the way we battled our way up the dangerous mountain (rise in the sidewalk); called out for help to cross the big hole in the ground then built a bridge when no one answered (intersection/big street crossing); we interpreted for then rescued the sad, sad, sad dog from the mean people (dog barking on other side of fence and left on other side of the fence); we tiptoed past the spies that were trying to find us (people working out on treadmills looking out the window towards the sidewalk); made it to base safely (Tully's coffee). Oliver is quite the social bug so sitting in the coffee shop drinking juice is fantastic for this little man. To the barista, "Hi! What's yours name? I'm Oliver. What are you doing here? Do you work here? Hm. That's cool." And just in case you are ever behind the counter at a coffee shop and I walk in with Oliver, I ALWAYS tip better when baristas chat it up a bit with my boy. To the lady and son that walk in the door, which by the way, we are sitting right next to so that no one can escape us, "Hey, you have a son just like my mom has a son! I'm her son, Oliver. What's yours son's name?" Turning to the boy, "Hi Josh, you have a green shirt on. Yellow is my favorite color but your shirt is cool. Are you going to have apple juice like me?" As Josh and his mom are deciding on what to have Oliver continues his push for the apple juice, "my juice is really yummy, pick the juice Josh it's deweecious!" Then the door opens up again, "Hey, you have a computer! Did you carry it on your bike or did you drive a car? I rode my bike here. See it? Do you like it? Yellow is my favorite color but I still LOVE my red bike. Do you have a bike? Is it red? This is my mom, Tiffany, she is having coffee and I'm having juice. Are you going to have juice or coffee?" I finally convince him to leave the folks alone for a bit and talk to me. He's a bit bored with me because he talks to me all the time but he eventually turns his focus to me and his juice. Sitting there, quietly, for maybe 30 seconds he gets this devilish grin on his face, tilts his head slightly and says in the deepest voice that a 4 year old can, "Hey Tiffany." "Yes, Oliver?" I reply. "So, Tiffany, want to go out on a date with me?" Trying to stifle the laughing, "Sure cutie, where are we going to go or what are we going to do?" Continuing in his deep voice, "Let's go to a dance okay?" I nod my head yes because if I talk I know I'm going to start laughing! Where on earth did he learn to ask a girl out and why the deep voice are the questions running through my head. "You, me and daddy..." he pauses just for a second, long enough for me to think that daddy is lucky enough to be going with us on our date but then he says, "well daddy can just find his own chick to dance with!" That was it, I couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing. I gave the boy a great big hug and told him that I was very much looking forward to our date. Then we went over to Dots Donuts and got him a glazed raised.