As Joey’s social calendar manager, I will say say on his behalf that he is really honored.
During play dates, it’s impossible to finish a sentence, let alone an entire story.
Playdate. Sometimes I cringe at the word. I have been ducking and dodging the word for eight years now. I spent the first few years of my son's life working fervently to arrange them. Trying to get my kid to play with another kid felt like trying to arrange a marriage.
As I picked up my daughter recently from a playdate, she got in the car and proceeded to tell me one of her friends had lied to her that day. This was my cue to turn off the radio. "Lied to you? Are you sure?" I proceeded to ask. Yes, quite sure.
My friends who live in subdivisions have the same "problem" I do: We have to create "playdates" in order for our kids to have any friends.
I'm a planner, and planning my own psychiatric hospitalization may sound ridiculous, but it is emblematic of how I live my life.
When your choices for playmates are limited, it's hard to resist the convenience of a little boy next door. Still, your daughter needs to feel safe, and if there isn't an adult on hand to ensure that she will not come home in tears, you will need to take action.
I'm not about to bring another free loader with bodily fluids into my house. I've occasionally considered a goldfish and deemed them too much hassle less than 24 hours later. We are gloriously pet-free and I refuse to feel bad about that.