This weekend the boy who was responsible for our play-date from hell kept asking for another play-date.
We were playing in our backyard, as the weather was so beautiful, and he kept yelling over his fence. I did my best to ignore him, but then his mother came out and asked over the fence if we could arrange something.
I answered, "Son Two really doesn't want to."
Husband, who was outside, turned to look at me like I was evil. "He can come over and play in the backyard with us," he said.
Son Two said, "No, I don't want him to. He is my worst friend."
I came inside a called the mother. Much more civilized than yelling over a few backyards.
"Son Two is going through a lot right now, and really doesn't want to have a play-date."
"Really? Oh. OK. I hope it has nothing to do with being bitten last time. I should have called, but I didn't find out until the next day."
"That could be it. He just doesn't want a play date, and I am not going to force him."
How many months later is it? Yes, you should have called when you found out. You should have brought your son over to apologize.
I asked Son Two if he would consider a play date if the other boy apologized. Obviously, the pain still fresh in his mind, he answered, "there are some things that you just can't apologize for." A little overly dramatic, but I see his point.
For now I am out of having to plan a play date, and I don't feel the need to cross to the other side of the street when I walk by their house anymore.
I am working on my mommy backbone. Anything to save my kids some pain.
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lol. first impressions weren't favourable! now son 2 and yourself are finally spared the agony of entertaining the fence folks. good job. the tattoos kinda scared me anyway.