Saturday night, I was able to arrange 2 babysitters to watch our boys, so Ben and I could go on a date to see Twilight and then go to dinner. We got to the theater early and bought about $16 worth of movie theater food to tide us over until afterward. About 20 minutes into the movie, Ben's cell phone buzzed. It was the babysitter and when I picked up she said, "Oh thank goodness!"
She frantically proceeded to tell me that Dylan's face was gushing blood, and when she didn't get me on my cell, she called 911 and the paramedics were on the way to our house. I got Ben and we drove home. The paramedics were waiting for us, and Dylan was fine. His chin had some abrasions and there's a pretty bad gash inside his lip, but he only cried when I forced his mouth open. Wyatt insisted on getting a tour of the fire truck before they left, and then we paid the sitters and called it a night.
I admit, I was disappointed with what I saw of Twilight, but I was pretty bummed to end our night short (and still have to shell out $70). After getting over it, Ben and I just crashed on the sofa and watched a Christmas movie together. Dylan is still talking about his "hurt wips," and how the "firetruck came for me." It was definitely a memorable evening for all of us.
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