Play-Date Gift of the Magi

Pumpkin Pie has a wonderful friend, Cookie.  Cookie lives in the neighborhood and they saw each other a lot this summer, but not so much this fall.  Pumpkin Pie wanted to play with his good friend Cookie today.  This morning we were out and I decided to take a chance and swing by to see if Cookie wanted to come over.  I called the house on the way (using my hands-free appliance, of course), but no one answered.  So I called Cookie’s Mom, Wendy’s cell phone:

Wendy:  Hi!  Where are you? (She always asks this, she has to update her internal GPS).

Me:  In your driveway, we came to get Cookie.  Where are you?

Wendy:  Almost in your driveway!  Stay put, I’ll be right there.

We wait for the 2 minutes it takes her to get back and Pumpkin Pie hops out to see Cookie in his Halloween costume.

Wendy: Cookie wanted to show you his costume! (Insert appropriate compliments on awesomeness of costume) You guys want to play here or at Pumpkin Pie’s house?

Pumpkin Pie:  HERE!!!

Wendy: Done.

It isn’t exactly gift of the Magi, but I would totally

Pumpkin Pie can play at my place, but HANDS OFF the hair. Go make a Pesto Pizza.

sell my pocket watch to buy her hair combs.  I am not sure she would cut her hair for the watch fob, though.  She has awesome hair.  As long as she lets Pumpkin Pie play at her house sometimes, I am happy to not even wear a watch.

I took myself home to pick up the 17 pairs of shoes that are scattered around my living room and then make lunch.   My favorite, Pesto Pizza!  Mom-friends are a special kind of awesome!

About Adventures From Cloud 8

I am a stay at home mom who now and again sneaks away to be an in-home family therapist. My husband and I have 3 boys: Sweet Pea (12), Pickles (9) and Pumpkin Pie (4). Oh yeah. We have Doodle Dog, too. You guessed it! He’s a boy. At least he pees outside.
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6 Responses to Play-Date Gift of the Magi

  1. Fudge Sunday says:

    There once was a time when people just dropped by and visited one another without calling. I can’t remember it in my lifetime, but I’ve seen it in movies. Your little stroll was the closest our generation will come to an “unannounced calling”and it turned into something wonderful. I WISH I had grown up with more drop-ins…seems as though it would have made me a more relaxed person and less worried about being dressed (properly) and making sure my house was clean!

    • I really love impromptu drop-ins, too. But I have gotten trouble for that before with another anonymous neighbor. I was told by a third party that popping in was not okay. Oops, sorry, my bad. For the record, we were in the car when we went to Cookie’s house today.

  2. Jackie says:

    When I was visiting Shetland last month I was reminded of the awesomeness of lots of drop-in visits. No matter what anyone is doing, they insist on you staying for a cup of tea or coffee. Not to say they are culturally superior or anything – it is perfectly acceptable there to comment on one another’s weight and physical appearance, as you and I would talk about the weather : /

  3. Maybe the weight comments are how they manage the number of drop-ins. Too many drop-ins? Time to start calling the ladies fat!

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