The other day, I told Rachel about the playdates were were going to this weekend. One, yesterday, was with my friend Paige and her son Parker, who is about Rachel's age; we were joined by our friend Laura and her two kids, 3 1/2 year old Carly and 16-month-old Ren. It was a gorgeous morning, but Paige and Laura left soon after we got to Wilshire Park. I elected to keep Rachel there for about 4 hours before it was time to go home for nap and then dinner at my friend Susan's house. I'm connected to all of these people through the Oregonian.
That means the grocery shopping didn't get done until this afternoon, which was fine because it was pretty rainy. If it's not raining when Rachel wakes up from her nap, I promised her I'd take her to the playground of the Madeleine Parish, which is in within walking (and Rachey car-riding) distance from our house.
Anyway...so I was telling Rachel about the playdates and she said, "Mommy play with friends?"
I thought for a minute.
"Yes, Rachel," I said. "But I play with my friends in a different way from the way you do."
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