Sean has a best friend, G. And they A-dore each other. Evan goes to school with G’s older sister. So while we drop of our kids, Sean and G run off and play together.
Yesterday I decided it wa a great day to buck the system and have a playdate instead of putting away the Halloween decorations, packing up Aidan’s 6 month clothes, doing my laundry, or anything else on the list.
Me: So do you want to come over today and let the kid’s play?
K (G’s mom): No, we can’t. I have to go to the chiropractor. And I thought I would bring the DVD player with me and hopefully G will sit quietly and watch it.
Me: Why don’t you just drop G off?
K: Really? You’re a Godsend.
So Sean, Aidan, and I ran home. Sean and I picked up and cleaned to make sure everything looked sanitary for someone to drop off her kid. Wouldn’t want CPS to be called, would we?
K dropped of G. The boys dove into playing trucks. I smiled as I watched over the kitchen sink. Sean looked up with a huge grin on his face. He pointed to G as if to say, “Look, Mommy! He’s here! He’s actually here! In my house! Playing with my toys!”
Sean: G, you’re my bestest friend in the whole world!
G: You’re my best friend too, Sean!
They were inseparable. I even grew bored because I didn’t have to manage them. Or keep them from enter the Thunderdome.
Well, until G’s mom came to pick G up, and we started talking. Sean decided it would be fun to take the truck G was playing with, and G started to get upset. I told Sean to return the truck, and Sean decided to throw it in G’s general direction. Then G had to retaliate and hit Sean in the back. I’m not sure who was more horrified over her boy’s behavior: K or me. So I scolded Sean; K scolded G.
G: Sorry, Sean.
Sean: I’m sorry G for taking your toy.
Then they were best friends again.