Yesterday I hosted a play date at our house for Sydney, 5, and her 4-year-old friend.

“Hosting a play date today. BRING IT!” I tweeted confidently. After all, I’ve been hosting play dates since 2006 when my son turned 3. I could handle 2 little girls going to Kindergarten next Fall. Plus, the other girl’s mom was going to stick around and have a chat. We were evenly matched!

About 20 minutes into the play date, the other little girl comes up to her mom and says nonchalantly, “Mom, Sydney’s got her hair stuck.”

I look over and find Sydney laying face down on the floor, a huge chunk of her hair tangled up in the back wheel of this My Little Pony remote control car:

Thankfully, she’s not crying. She’s as cool as a cucumber. I patiently try to unwind her hair. Hmm. I try some more. That hair was stuck!

I resort to cutting the hair out with nail scissors. The other mom offers to help hold the car while I struggle with scissors and hair. She’s the one who points out this sticker on the bottom of the car:

Can you read it? Something about adult Supervision required, hair entanglement, blah, blah, blah…Well, NOW I  know!

Episodes like this one are exactly why I call myself the Experienced Bad Mom!

Got any favorite play date stories of your own to share?