Who’d have thought?
It seems, however, that I am the quite odd one.
Yesterday both girls arrived home from school full of excitement about going to a party.
That’s two different parties. Today. At 4 o’clock. In different parts of town.
Neither had an invitation. Word of mouth wins amongst the 9 and 10 year olds.
Of course, I was the worst in the world.
I asked questions. Unreasonable, or what?
Who? When? Where? For how long? How are you going to get there?
One girl provided a contact number, so I was able to confirm, clarify and negotiate. The other has gone to school prepared to pass on my number to a parent, and hope that somebody calls.
No phone call; no party.
Maybe it’s all just wishful thinking on the part of little girls.
We wait with bated breath.
In the meantime, I’m the Meanest Mum in the Whole Darn Town.
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