![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I'm sure the other kid won't mind...
Sep. 10th, 2016 06:07 pm...and the other parent will understand.
Gwen has been in school for a week and already received two birthday party invitations (leading me to post an anguished screed on FB about WHY OH WHY DO PEOPLE PUT PHONE NUMBERS INSTEAD OF EMAILS FOR RSVP SO THAT I AM FORCED TO CALL STRANGERS ON THE PHONE JUST SO MY DAUGHTER CAN GO TO A PARTY and then found out that most people put their phone numbers down expecting people to text them. Huh. When did this become the convention? How was I supposed to know this convention?), so today we went out party shopping. One invitation was a dinosaur and the other Star Wars, so that gave us a pretty good guide. Gwen found a squishable rubber triceratops which roars when you press a button, which seems cruel to give to the child of someone I don't know, but she thinks it's the perfect choice. We then found a "Star Patroller" kit, with a mask and a few other things, which seemed suitably Star Wars ish.
In the afternoon, D. came over to play, and Gwen showed her the gifts (and allowed her to press the button on the dinosaur once, and then told her rather snottily that they shouldn't press it any more as it had "batt'ries" and we didn't want to wear them out). I was in the kitchen painting when Gwen ran in with a handle of chips and asked "what are these for?" I had never seen them before, so I asked where they came from, and that's when it transpired that she had opened up the package, cut all the plastic ties, and gotten the toys out. She did get a bit of a horrified scolding at that, but I'm sure I can find a way to put the pieces back in, maybe tie them down with yarn, and I'm sure the other kid won't mind and his mom will understand...
Gwen has been in school for a week and already received two birthday party invitations (leading me to post an anguished screed on FB about WHY OH WHY DO PEOPLE PUT PHONE NUMBERS INSTEAD OF EMAILS FOR RSVP SO THAT I AM FORCED TO CALL STRANGERS ON THE PHONE JUST SO MY DAUGHTER CAN GO TO A PARTY and then found out that most people put their phone numbers down expecting people to text them. Huh. When did this become the convention? How was I supposed to know this convention?), so today we went out party shopping. One invitation was a dinosaur and the other Star Wars, so that gave us a pretty good guide. Gwen found a squishable rubber triceratops which roars when you press a button, which seems cruel to give to the child of someone I don't know, but she thinks it's the perfect choice. We then found a "Star Patroller" kit, with a mask and a few other things, which seemed suitably Star Wars ish.
In the afternoon, D. came over to play, and Gwen showed her the gifts (and allowed her to press the button on the dinosaur once, and then told her rather snottily that they shouldn't press it any more as it had "batt'ries" and we didn't want to wear them out). I was in the kitchen painting when Gwen ran in with a handle of chips and asked "what are these for?" I had never seen them before, so I asked where they came from, and that's when it transpired that she had opened up the package, cut all the plastic ties, and gotten the toys out. She did get a bit of a horrified scolding at that, but I'm sure I can find a way to put the pieces back in, maybe tie them down with yarn, and I'm sure the other kid won't mind and his mom will understand...
