I've noticed that having a child has changed my idea of fun. Pre-child, my husband and I would have scoffed at the idea of standing outside the library/city building listening to a children's choir sing a long list of Christmas songs, with freezing hands and feet, waiting for the grand moment when the lights strung on eight trees were plugged in.
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But Baby A saw a giant dog! And we danced to Jingle Bells! And she liked the lights! And we got free candy canes! (And she did not step in the mysterious vomit next to the park bench, so the evening was a total success.)