We spent the first half of the Superbowl yesterday at a neighbor's house. I don't know them well - they have been to our house for a party at least once. They have 3 kids, and their youngest kid is about Lauren's age.
As I might at any friend's house, I sat on the couch and enjoyed a beer while we watched the game. The kids played. There were a couple other kids about the same age as Lindsay (somewhere between 1 1/2 and 2) running around. There were papers, markers, and crayons in the corner nearest where Alec was sitting. Lindsay was content to color on paper with markers (methodically opening them, making a single mark, and capping them), and sticking small stickers on the paper. There had been several kids of various ages making signs with markers and scissors, and there was a good-sized mess of paper bits and scattered crayons and markers around. At some point, Lindsay found a newish box of crayons - the 64 crayon set with the flip-top box - and dumped it out, at which point the hostess declared art time over and cleaned up the area. Alec, who was sitting nearest the hostess, helped her pick up the crayons and markers. She said, a bit bitterly in my direction, "It was a brand new box of crayons."
Uh...um...well, alright.
I thought, oh maybe I should've gotten up and helped with the crayons. It had been my kid who dumped them.
And then I thought, Geez, I can't imagine making that big of a deal over crayons. I mean, after all, Alec helped her pick them up. It wasn't as though the other parents of the older kids were helping to clean up or summoning the kids to help.
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Can't give you a point for this. It sounds more like the worst. hostess. ever. to me. Besides it's not like she peed on their floor or something. :)
Did she eat the point soff all 64 crayons? That would have rocked. Seriously, though, seems this woman needs to lighten up. Buy hr a new box and leave it on her doorstep, you know, to drive home the point of how PETTY she is!
Hey,it's all good as long as I don't lose points. Lindsay has peed on two of my friends' kitchen floors. One knew, one didn't. Both times she was not wearing a diaper.
She didn't eat the crayons. I haven't seen her do that in a while, actually.
clearly she hasn't been a mother of kids long. It is a given that any kid will dump a box of crayons--and way more fun if it's the big 64.
Crayons just aren't as bright when not pulled from the factory installed position. And you can NEVER put them back in the original line-up, once more than a few have been pulled out at once - it's just not the same.
Think I should make up a batch of "Lin Peed On My Kitchen Floor" t-shirts?
Karen, only if we can all wear them to take pictures at prom night...
As a warning to whomever gets stuck hosting the afterparty? I'm all for it!
Sounds like her ponytail is too tight. She'll raise anal retentive kids. (Or she was a Pirate's fan and you caught her on a bad day.) I think you have to work harder for points.
uuuuuuum why did she have the box of 64 available at a party of 1-2 year olds if she didn't expect them to play the cool dump them game....maybe she'd better study some piaget b4 the next party...
Oops! Make that Patriots fan. (They cheated and stole peaks of opposing teams... maybe that was a Freudian slip.)
That woman sounds disturbed.
And here I thought there was going to be some spectacular artwork on the carpet... or a sticker laden pet...
Gee... 64 crayons on the floor sounds like everyday life!
Oh Holy Crap. She needs a Prozac.
I don't recall ever seeing a new box of crayons in my home for more than one minute, ever. I put all crayons in a $1 plastic container. Cause us smart folks know they get dumped out! Geez............
Boy, I'd hate to see what she'd do if the Barbie's were rearranged.
Glad it was not my boys...they insist on not only dumping all the crayons out(we too keep them in a $1 plastic tackle box or big ziploc)...they actually methodically peel all the paper off..yep..ALL the paper..then they snap them in half...Guess we really would have thrown her in a tizzy...
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