Magazine article Working Mother

Playdates

Magazine article Working Mother

Playdates

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Every mom I know has a war story about a playdate gone bad. One that I'll never forget involved one of my son Jack's friends from New York visiting us- another 5-year-old that I'll call Been-ThereDone-That Bob. Immediately upon drop-off, Bob asked to watch TV. "Let's check out some of Jack's toys," I redirected. Bob emerged from Jack's room moments later with a more specific request: Could he watch Power Rangers and have some candy? None of my playdate standbys worked for more than a few minutes with Bored Bob: playing Jack's instruments, listening to music and dancing, exploring his vast superhero collection, hiding out in the Star Wars tent with flashlights. Dressing up in costumes lasted maybe ten minutes. Jack didn't seem to find Bob's behavior odd, but I was breaking a sweat trying to figure out how I could possibly entertain this TV-obsessed child for another...hour and a half. It was during a game of hide-and-seek that Bob finally chanced upon something that interested him: opening all our doors, closets and drawers to investigate every inch of our house. …

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