I will preface this by saying that I don't have any illusions that I will win a 'Mother of The Year' award anytime soon...
So, the other day, I am snoozing on the couch as the girls were outside playing on the porch with some other kids (see beginning note). Little E comes in and tells me that Hannah needs a phone wherever she goes and then asks if she can have mine. I immediately say 'No', but then ask if she needs to call someone. Hannah calls her mom, and the mom tells her that if it starts to thunder and lightning, to come home or go inside our house. E tells me this and then asks if it's OK for the kids to come in the house. I shake the groggy-ness off enough to say, 'Wait, what are you asking me? You want them to come inside and play right now?' Yes... exactly.
OK, so I have seen these kids around the neighborhood and know their names and the girls have spent several hours playing with them, but I have never once seen or met their parents. To me, that is kind of one of the prerequisites of entrance to someone's household. I would never let my kids go to anyone's house that I had never met, let alone stay there for several hours. Am I alone here? And the fact that the six year old boy has a note in his pocket that has his name, address and phone number on it... while I will give kudos to the parents for having the foresight to include that nugget... to me, is just wrong.
I mean really... REALLY?? How is it OK that your are in my house?
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