I am still recovering from the project I worked on last week, so I don’t have the stamina for a real post, perhaps one on Zachary’s fear he is about to become homeless or Lilah’s sudden graduation to bookworm. And I have sucked at visiting your blogs, too, in part due to the high fevers that have ravaged our home in recent days. Instead, I offer you snippets from a conversation I had this morning with my best friend. As is so often the case, we asked each other’s advice.
1) If someone sent you an email about a playdate, inviting your child to her house at a particular time on a particular day, saying you could either drop off the kid or stay, which of the following would be the least appropriate response:
- We can’t do that day. How about a different day (suggesting a different day)?
- My child isn’t ready for a drop-off playdate. I think I’ll come along.
- It is hard to get to your house because of (another child, work, no car). Would you mind coming here?
- Let’s meet at a playground.
2) We are always generous with gifts for the kids’ teachers. This year, the parents are doing a group gift, but they asked us for a lot less money than we normally give. What should we do?
3) If you were making pancakes and the recipe called for 2 ½ cups milk but you had only 2 cups of milk, what would you substitute for the last half-cup: water or breastmilk?
OK, people. Go ahead. Tell me (and her) what you have to say on these three pressing issues. And remember, while I got off the phone to separate two squabbling boys, she got off the phone to do human rights work, so only one of us is shallow and vapid.