So I had my first “daddy” playdate. The mommy is a working machine and can rarely escape outside of work hours and apparently the dad works from home. Their son is really cute and he’s the same age as mine and they’re classmatesThe guy’s a really good dad. He was right there playing “jousting” with sticks, hide-and-go-seek, with the boys. All good. Then came snack time. I pulled out publix chicken fingers and a bag of pretzels. Playdate Dad pulls out grapes, carrot sticks, cubed salami, cheese sticks and PEELED CELERY. I thought he was joking.
“Who peels celery?”
“Oh yeah, I peel it for him.”
“No, you don’t, really? I mean, HOW do you even do that?”
“Oh yeah. Oh I just use a peeler on the top. Here, try it!”
OK, yeah, um, NO. I’m not peeling celery. Sorry. Then Playdate Dad says to my son, “You should tell mommy you want her to peel your grapes for you!” Like that’s even a little bit cute. I’ll admit I did peel the LO’s grapes when we first started eating them. That and cutting them in half. But he’s almost 4. We’ve moved on from that. LO barely eats as it is. There’s no way I’m going to encourage him to be a picky eater that only eats celery if it’s PEELED. Nope. The whole thing reminded me of this pic a Mafia Mommy sent to me. Really? Who’s got time for all that?
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