Confession #1 – Painful Playdates

A new family has just arrived from Japan and their four year old boy seems to be my daughter’s newest best friend. His mom seems lovely but I can’t understand a word she’s saying so I’m basically filling in the blanks and giving her the benefit of the doubt. They’re expected to arrive at one and I’ve lied through my teeth saying I have a meeting and have to be out the door at two. I figure about an hour of playing playdate parent mad libs is just about as much as I can handle.