The Kindergarten Playdate #2

On Monday we hosted our second playdate for a few neighborhood kids who will all be starting Kindergarten at Towers this fall. It was really fun.

By four o'clock I had opened the wine with just one other mommy still hanging out, Thalia; we were chatting and enjoying some Pinot Grigio on a nice Monday afternoon. Thalia is quickly becoming one of my favorite moms. Earlier, Thalia had told me about a disturbing playdate that had ended in four boys pooping in some pull ups for fun. Her son, Jackson, had come in to see what we were talking about and Thalia mentioned it- he begged her not to talk about- and then I begged her not to give them any ideas.

TOO LATE. The seed had been planted.

Later I notice it had become eerily quiet in Luke's room. Too quiet. The quiet so quiet you can hear the mischief screaming. So, I notice the quiet and creep into the room. Distinct smell of poop lingering in the hot summer air.

"LUKE ALTENBERG! I SMELL POOP!!!!!"

"It wasn't me mommy!" And then I see it. The "GoodNights" we used in Cabo so there wouldn't be an accident in a hotel bed. A single one. On the floor. With poop in it. And then I see some poop smeared on the carpet.

Thalia quickly enters over my shoulder. The poop belonged to her dude. And I only know this because with Luke's HFI, his poop is still slightly yellow. The poop here was black. In another situation, it might be the poop I dream of belonging to my child. In this case, though, I'm glad it is not.

Thalia yanked Jackson, grabbed that poopy pull up, and took off like a bullet train.

Later, I found Luke's pull up; he had only been able to muster some pee. I called Thalia to assure he that Jackson was not alone in his efforts, and that I hoped we could get past all this crap. Grateful for the levity, the next day Thalia dropped off some rug cleaner and a beautiful bouquet.

I'm pretty sure this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.