Jerry and I have taken a back seat when it comes to the (play)dating game. As far as we're concerned, we might as well be off the market. We don't make eye contact with the other parents as we pick our daughter up from preschool. We don't linger, exchange complements or commiserate. We've never even been asked out. Frankly, I remain on the fence regarding the whole play date scene. On one hand, yes, I do think it is a good idea getting to know Ella's peers and their parents. We need to start soon if we are to adequately build up our arsenal of potential spies for when our daughters enter into the junior high. Proper espionage takes time. On the other hand, friendships require the ability to coordinate calendars and socialize. An impossibility at the moment given the amount of time and energy we have. So for now, we are the aloof, arms crossed, turtleneck wearing wing-nuts staring out the window of the bar hoping to God no-one looks our way. Or at least we were.
"Janie" is a little girl Ella has been crushing on for the last two months. I tried my best to squelch the infatuation...to no avail. Perhaps Ella has a bit of social work in her because from what I've observed, "Janie" needs help...in a Dr. Phil kind of way. In a Novartis preferred customer kind of way. And let's just say the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. The imagined play-dates have been tragic to say the least. I see the allure, she's exciting and impulsive, says funny things and is a trip to watch. But Ella, do we have to start this way? Can't we ease into this scene with a bit more caution? Your father and I are prudes.
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