What To Do?
You may or may not recall, but Bambi* down the street is a pain in the ass.
Not a bully.
Just a pain in the ass.
So far our resident Christian Delight, who can't play on Sundays because it's the Lord's day, has tried to kiss Oldest, laughs when kids miss the ball during neighborhood baseball games, yells about marrying Youngest, and hit her kid sister so hard in the mouth she had to be sent home.
As a child, we'd have been best friends. However, as a Mommy, I'm glad my children roll a different way and want nothing to do with her.
Just recently, I taught them the benefits of ignoring such a creature. Bambi* went away, Mommy's stock shot up thirty percent, and all was happy in our little world.
Then Bambi* and her mother came over yesterday asking if our boys would like a playdate after school today.
"We'd love to have them over," she said.
I have no idea how to handle this.
Maybe go over there and watch them like a hawk? Or should I tell her that my boys are going through a "I only want to play with nice children" phase?
Maybe I should say they're into boys and think girls are yucky? And I'm okay with that until they're at least thirty?
Other ideas include sending them over in yarmulkes - for sure they'll never be invited back.
Tell her we have a Democrat dinner tonight, temple tomorrow night and a witches' coven over the weekend?
I've got eight hours to come up with *something*.
4 Comments:
I wouldn't push the democrat dinner, Temple and witches coven cover story too much, they may try to convert you, which although harmless can be very annoying.
You're probably just better off to not say anything and never bring it up. Or, just make very vague plans and never commit.
I like the yarmulke idea, although maybe you could expand it to turn your boys into agents provocateurs by making sure they take a dreidel and some geld and tell them to ask, "Does your religion come with chocolate?" at least five times apiece.
Sure, you'll have to compromise your own faith tradition a bit, but imagine the hilarity that will ensue at Communion this Sunday when the dear eats her bit of bread, drinks her grape juice, wrinkles up her nose and says, "Jews are sweeter."
Jews are sweeter...that made me spit out my soy.
Thanks to all two of you, I appreciate the advice.
Luckily, my two princes had to finish up homework and we have to hurry to get to our Dem dinner. So sad - no time for playdates today!
Something about the way they high-fived and said, "We're never playing with her. Like ever." Makes me think it was all on purpose.
Hmmmm. Sneaky kids.
Haha...good story. Does this mom know about your blog? Just send her a link to the Bambi blog, that should solve your problem. :)
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