The other day I was waiting with a friend in her car, picking Leila up from school. Another friend joined us at the driver's side window and we did what moms do: engaged in juicy gossip. I know, we should be above it, we should all be beacons of forgiveness and understanding. But you know what? Eff it. Just as we were getting to the good part, here comes Leila, bounding up to the car.
We had to stop mid story. So, genius mother that I am, I say to Leila, "Hey! Go over to the after care place and see if your little friend can come over for the afternoon!" Leila looks at me confused. This is unprecedented. Sending her back onto the school grounds to go get a friend for an un-planned play date? Well, okay then! She runs off, back toward the school, and I get to hear the rest of the story. And it was a good one. But I'm not going to tell you what it is because I'm above all that.
My payment for this act of awesome parenting was to have two girls giggling the afternoon and evening away, getting them pizza, and finding her friend's pants in my bed after we brought her home. Totally worth it.