P,
Your younger daughter definitely has it goin’ on. As I mentioned yesterday, she informed me while I was taking her to a movie that another friend’s mother was very nice. And very nice to her. She didn’t say nicer than me, but I’m no fool. Now P, a lesser sort may have been troubled by the idea that another mother ranked above oneself. I, however, with my mature worldview and voice of authority said, "Oh yeah, well, who’s got your snacks for the movie?" Sensing immediately the potential withholding moment, your darling girl mentioned how nice it was that my own daughter was there, so I dropped the matter. Just b/f said child was returning home, I popped the obvious question, "So, who’s your favorite friend’s mom?" Hubby squirmed uncomfortably. Your cherub didn’t miss a beat. "It depends." "Well," I countered cagily, "at least I know you’ll be back here." "Maybe," she responded with just the right smile. Would love to embellish with additional details, P, but must run and frost some cupcakes for your dearest one. The breadcrumb trail will begin at your door. I too know how to play the game.
Faithfully,
C.
