I was told by my sister some time back that she could always rely on me to be brutally honest. HOnestly, she must not know me very well. My kids and husband laugh at this label as they know that I am one to tread lightly and rarely say it how it is (if ever).
Well, tonight, I decided to live up to my unearned nickname. I recevied a text message from the single dad next door. Here is how it read:
I'm trying to arrange a sleepover for (his daughter's name). She's been asking to me to ask you if she can spend the night. I'm ok with it if you are. What do you think about Saturday night?
I seem to live on some alien planet called "the good ole days", Here on planet TGOD we do not invite ourselves over to other people's houses. We do not play in other people's yards. We hold hands when we cross the road or when in a parking lot. We say please and thank you. We do not open the refrigerator at other people's homes to see if they have anything I may want. etc, etc.
So I saddled up my brutally-honest pony and took it for a trot around the coral. Here is my response:
We do not do sleepovers yet at this age. I am also working on teaching Chloe that if she invites herself to someone's house or does not ask me first before inviting someone over, then it is an automatic no for her and her friends.
It felt pretty good when I sent it.
His response: Wow ok
Hmmm . . . rethinking my decision on brutal honesty.
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