Don’t you just love it when you walk in the door from school
pick-up after a busy day at work and there are strangers camped on your other
doorstep claiming their child has a play date with your son?
Evidently Master Seven and his new-found friend – somebody
I’d never heard of – had concocted the play date and omitted to tell me.
“We thought we’d better check it was still alright before
dropping him off,” his mother kindly said.
I looked from her to her son to mine, reassuring her it was
fine whilst simultaneously trying to shoot my Master Seven a “You’re in big
trouble!” look.
The multi-tasking proved unsuccessful this time and I gave
up, admitting to her that I had no idea about the playdate or, in fact, who her
son was.
Still, he seemed a nice boy so I welcomed him in and decided
to save the lecture for later. As it happened he was no trouble and the fourth
child balanced things out nicely, resulting in peace while I cooked dinner and
made lunches.
Master Seven got his lecture once his friend went home but
he kept it quiet that he’d already lined up another two playdates – a double
sleep-over in fact.
But it wasn’t me that copped that one. His dad rang up some
days later and asked if I knew anything about a tandem sleep-over that was
apparently taking place at his house that Friday. It was the first I knew so
Master Seven received another telling off.
The next afternoon when I picked him up from school he
thrust several scraps of paper my way.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the bunch of phone
numbers on each.
“You said you needed to talk to my friends’ mums and dads
first before they come over for a play date so I got all their numbers.”
And it turns out he’d also given out our number to all and
sundry judging by the way the phone was ringing off the hook all afternoon from
3.15pm.
Master Seven was stoked to receive his first phone call that
wasn’t a grand parent. Off he moseyed down the hall to his room where, from
what I could make out, he proceeded to share in great detail what was in it.
By the end of each call, they’d jacked up more play dates to
ask their mothers and fathers about.
It’s looking as though I’d better stop being a party-pooper
and jump on this play date bandwagon. After-all, as one friend – a mother or
teens - said: “It’s the sneaking in the window, unexpected teen visits that you
have to look forward to!”
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