My kids have reached the age now where they have play dates with their friends and classmates without anyone’s mother looking over their shoulder watching. It’s awful. Now I have to not only discipline my own kid, I have to discipline someone else’s kid, too.
That’s assuming I’m hosting the play date. I feel just as bad for the mother hosting MY kid at her house.
Believe me, it’s not like I think that when my kids go to their friends’ houses they are angels. Far from it. I know they’re not. As much as I try and drill my rules into their heads, I know that as soon as they’re out of my sight, they’re swinging from a chandelier like a monkey. (BTW, if my kid EVER swings from your light fixture, you have my permission to spank him/her. That sh*t is unacceptable.)
Actually, sometimes my kids don’t even wait until I’ve left the building to be complete and total nightmares. For instance, last week we were invited to a friend’s house for a water gun battle. Unbeknownst to me, Gomer arrived locked and loaded. We were waiting for everyone else to arrive, so I told him to put his gun down and have a seat. Within 5 minutes he’d soaked a friend. Are you kidding me, Gomer? You shot someone with a water gun in my friend’s living room?!
His response? “I only shot him in the face, mom. I barely got any water anywhere else.” Oh yeah, that makes it so much better.
“You know better,” I hissed at him. He does. Or at least I think he does … yes, yes, he does. He knows all of my play date rules and now I’ll share them with you.