Three

"...and BINGO was his name-O." The class had been practicing for more than three months and the song was still miles away from perfect. Or at least as perfect as three- and four-year-olds could be.

"John, can you come here and help me clean up?" I called over to the newest daycare employee.

"What do you need help with?" The look of confusion on his face was pricelss as we stood in the middle of the spotless room.

"Well, actually...uhm...would you want to go out to dinner with me tonight?" I figured the quicker I asked the question the quicker I would get the response and that the rejection would hurt less.

"I don't think I-"

I cut him off, "I totally understand if you're already seeing someone. Let's just pretend this never happened."

"I was going to tell you that I don't I have previous arrangements and therefore I would love to go to dinner with you."

I felt the redness flow into my cheeks. This was going to be a long night. Wait, that's what I wanted...