March 6, 2008 by blue milk
Mother dates, like romantic dates can be hit and miss. This play date was perfect, due in no small part to the mother; she makes fascinating conversation, she’s wonderfully grounded, and she’s very creative about her play dates. Plus her child is sweet.
As you would expect with a mother like that, getting a date with her can be difficult. She’s very busy – but as luck would have it our days off from work coincide.
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Glad to hear your playdate was successful and that the mothers hit it off! We had a playdate once and afterwards, when my husband asked me how it was, I said, “She is a very nice lady.” He said, “I take it you won’t be seeing her again.” Me: “Err, no.”
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