“I got an interesting call today at work,” I said to my husband. We were out on the deck, relaxing after work.
“Yes, Little Johnny’s mom called me. She wanted to know if Will had a birthday party. Then she wanted to know if he did, then why didn’t he invite Little Johnny. And then she wanted to tell me that if Will did have a birthday party, and Little Johnny wasn’t invited, then that was OK, too, because they would ‘process’ it.”
“Huh,” he said.
“Yeah, she was almost frantic about it. Wasn’t that weird? And all of that while I was at work.”
“Well, what did you say?” he asked.
“I asked her where she got her information from. She told me some other 9-year-old. I laughed and told her that no, Will didn’t have a birthday party.”
[Obivously, Little Johnny’s mom is not a fan of the blog, or she would have known there was no party because of the Giant Indoor Waterpark.]
“So then she laughed,” I continued, “and said ‘good, because I thought Little Johnny and Will were friends’. And I was like, yes, let’s set up a playdate. And all of this while I was at work.”
“Heeeeeeey,” I said to my husband. Suddenly, I found myself a little irritated. “YOU would never get a call at work like that from another Dad, would you?”
“Nope,” he said. “If I did, the conversation would go like this:
Ok, want to get a beer?
Sigh. And there you have it. Dads have it so much easier sometimes!