Peter Pan.

Tim and I try to schedule regular (as in, 3-4 times annually) date nights with each of the girls.  Anna and I did a ropes course in September that left me bruised and battered for two weeks afterward.  I took the easy way out with Rachel and treated her to a community theater production of Peter Pan.  Here we are before the show:

On the way home, she fulfilled my every wish by uttering, between yawns, "Mom, thanks for taking me on a date.  I love you."  Music to my ears.