Benjamin is in the midst of an identity crisis, which is the kind way of saying he is being a total ass to his friends. He bombed out two playdates this week – once because of a apple-slice feud that got out of hand.
The second playdate was a disaster from about twenty seconds in. For the first nineteen seconds, he was excited to have his friend over; then it all went to crap.
In an attempt to salvage the playdate, I suggested we go outside for awhile.
“I just need to run to the bathroom,” the other mother said. Feeling he had some important information to impart, Benjamin followed her.
“My mommy doesn’t have a penis. Only a tushie.”
You know it’s bad when that’s the highlight of the playdate.