How about a birthday party where my kid doesn’t know any of the other kids, they all knew each other and Mr.Q and I know one of the collected parents.
Oh yeah, good times.
It was a good party. The kid was a bit social. Mr.Q and I leaned on playing with her and the other kids and tried to be a bit social ourselves. It was a noble attempt to expand our play date opportunities – for the Magpie and for us – with locals rather than far-flung co-w0rkers with kids and day care friends. Sometimes the thought of travel undermines the ability to type the email or make the phone call that sets up a coffee & play date in the neighbouring suburbs.
So we gladly accept the invite to the local party and attempt to hang with the crowd for a few hours, amid bubble machines and birthday cake.
Now we just have to get together again before the Magpie forgets the kids and we forget everyone’s names.