A=Aarav aka Goosh. “Goosh” has been deprecated now that he’s a big boy 
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Of late I’ve been having quite a few business dinners. And each time I’m torn – whether to run home to A; or stay back for a somewhat boring business dinner.
The first time H spun a story around it and told A that it’s a boys’ pizza night.
The second time, I caved in; bunked the business dinner and joined them for pizza.
Today, I’m caught. H asked the lil fellow if he’d like to go for pizza. The brat usually jumps for joy at the mere mention of the word. Instead, I’m told, he pulled a straight face and said “let’s wait for mumma.”
Hmm. Now I’m really torn.
How do other working moms deal with this?
And do the ‘working dads’ also routinely face these guilt pangs?
Lots of hugs to A for growing up to be such a big boy
Isn’t this the best age, when they can vocalize so many emotions, and take so many “decisions” 
Usually we don’t have business dinners here, but I do need time with Amit. We’ve decided the frequency cannot be more than once a week tho, else Rian starts to get very cranky. Maybe you can work out a frequency like this, and tell A about it. Usually explaining to Rian works. Just talking to him about how mommy and daddy need to have dinner on their own.
Very rarely, we lie
like once a year – tell him mommy needs to go to the doctor.