Some kids have imaginary friends. Others name their stuffies and have tea parties with them. One day before Christmas my kid put on his elf PJs and developed a complete split personality.

So here’s the thing. I forgot. Really. I did. I was spending the weekend with my husband. We were watching 80s romcoms. When Harry Met Sally still holds up thirty-FREAKING-six years later. We were eating at supper clubs and Italian restaurants. We’re were enjoying rooftop bars and boozy brunches. We were listening to favorite albums on a record player in a cool boutique hotel and getting pedicures. We were filling our cups while the kids were doing the same with their beloved Aunt Eve.