“Hey, Tornado E’s Mom.”
I looked over to see Sweet Girl’s father walking up to me. I found it amusing he didn’t know my name, even though I knew his. But he never did the drop off the last two years, so we’ve only met at Sweet Girl’s birthday parties and school events.
Me: Hey, Sweet Girl’s Dad!
SGD: Are your boys having a good time?
I looked over my shoulder at Tornado S and Tornado E diving into cupcakes. I returned my gaze on Tornado A who was thrilled to find another father to play catch with him. He had already manipulated SGD to play with him earlier.
Me: They are. Especially Tornado A (as I pointed to him.) Thank you for the party.
SGD: It’s good to see Sweet Girl play with all her friends. (pause) Sweet Girl’s mom really enjoys those nights out.
Me: I love hanging out with her. She’s so much fun.
SGD: I know she likes them because she tells me she’ll be home at 8, and then I get a text at 9:30, saying she’s on her way home.
SGD: But they’re good for her. You should organize more of them. This time was the first time I gave Sweet Girl a bath!
Me: Soon you can just chuck her into the shower.
SGD: Is she old enough for that?
Me: Tornado E takes them some times. He twirls underneath the water. I have to drag him out.
SGD: Ha. (We watched Tornado A.) He’s a cute one. And, um, so is Tornado E.
Me: Thanks. But Sweet Girl is so cute and sweet and smart. She loves playing with Tornado A when she comes over to our house. A mamacita.
SGD: She’s a good kid. I had nothing to do with it. It’s all her mother. So you have . . . two boys?
Me: No. Three. Tornado E. Tornado S, who is turning 5. And Tornado A.
SGD: Who is three?
Me: Two. He thinks he’s six though.
SGD: You must be busy.
Me: Never a dull moment.
SGD: I wanted more, but Sweet Girl’s Mom is done. It’s fine. I’m lucky to have Sweet Girl. I’m so glad she’s a girl. The men in my family don’t do well with boys.
I chuckled. I had heard that before, but I told that guy to suck it up and deal if he wanted to be a parent of any children.
Me: I’m sure you would have done fine. Tornado A likes you.
On cue, Tornado A lost the ball, which rolled to us. SGD stopped it and rolled it back. Tornado A snagged it, laughed, and ran back to his new playmate.
Me: So how are you?
SGD: Um. Uh. I’ve never had a mom ask me that before. I don’t think most these moms know who I am.
Me: We could make you a name tag.
SGQ: That might help.
Me: So how are you?
SGD: Fine. (I opened up my mouth for the follow-up question.) Oh, there’s my brother-in-law (who had been there the whole time). I should, uh, um, talk to him.
He ran off.
Huh, I usually do better than that with dads. Heck, K and G’s dad wants to make me a drinking buddy.
I should really tell him I don’t drink.