Valentine's Day

We're getting ready to experience our first Valentine's Day weekend as new parents.  Tonight my beloved and I were discussing our hot V-day date.  The conversation went something like this:

Me:  Well, since you've been out of town all week, we should go out to eat for Valentine's Day this weekend.

Beloved:  Yeah.  Can you believe they tried to pass off a cucumber to sell Dove on The Apprentice?

Me:  But I'm afraid everywhere will be mobbed. And we'll have the little angel.

Beloved:  A cucumber?  For soap?  For tea, maybe.

Me:  Tea?  We'll want to go somewhere where we can get in and out before the little angel's bedtime.

Beloved:  You can put cucumbers in tea.  My grandma always did.  Sun tea, anyway.  Do you think she'll eat if she has something to look at?

Me:  (ponder whether or not we should strike the little angel blind in order to achieve satiation)  What about the Rainforest Cafe?  That's really romantic.

Beloved:  I could use a new suit.  I only have one suit. 

Me:  I need a baptism gift for our new godson, J.

Beloved:  I'll bet they wouldn't use a cucumber to hock suits.  Well, maybe in Boys Town.

Me:  I think cucumbers are more of a girl thing.

Beloved:  Maybe we could go to the mall.  Then we'd already be near food.

Me:  Yeah, food courts always say "Valentine's Day" to me. 

Is the romance dead?  Not really.  I have to admit, though, these days romance is having enough sleep to stare lovingly at each other as Cheerios are flung.  Romance is letting each other have enough time to use the restroom. When it gets really hot, sometimes we say good night to each other in a complete sentence.  Ah, parenthood.