Tell me about your worst playdate stories

[Anonymous]

My worst play date story is that I had my water break as I'm getting out to do a play date at the park with a dad. I am completely soaked and starting to go into contractions. I scream and my daughter starts hysterically crying thinking I'm injured. Then I have to call my father in law while sitting wet in the car in contractions. Lovely!

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:DS 10 got invited for 3-day beach weekend. That week lice had run through classroom. Everyone did their best to eradicate lice, of course. I got a call from my ds on friday evening. He was sitting on the porch of his friend's house; they had left him behind b/c they found lice on him. They were long gone. OK - i went and picked him up. Did the whole lice treatment thing all over again. Saturday they rang "would DS like to join us now?" Uh Certainly -drove down I-95 met them half-way. The mom gave DS a lice check while i waited. Ok - great - clean bill of health. DS got in their car and they drove off. I drove back home. As soon as i walked in the door, phone rang - "your son has lice. you must come get him. We will not allow him into our beach house" He was in SOUTH CAROLINA.

It's been years but i feel my neck getting hot as I type this. I say "can you take him to a hair dresser who will do a lice treatment? NO - they would not let him into the house.

Misery. Sheer misery. I am so glad that lice-in-classroom phase is past.

I would never consider another playdate no less weekend after they left him behind.. I could see not having him come for the weekend..but parents should have called you and waited for a pickup.

I was thinking the same thing - leaving my child behind, not calling me when you decided you weren't taking him... why the heck would I trust you to be responsible for him in another state for a weekend?? Totally don't understand why you let him go, even though I'm sure he really wanted to.

Yeah, confused as to why you let him go with them the second time after they left him on the porch!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:**Let me preface this by saying I nursed both my boys until they were 1, and they didn't love covers and I did nurse in public but tries to walk a line between comfort and being disscreet.

I went to a new friends home for a play date with our 3 year olds and her 2 year old. I knew she was a little hippie crunchy and really liked her from our interactions at preschool.
She answered the door with a men's shirt on, unbuttoned to her navel, and as soon as I was in there she undid the whole thing so it was casually open in front, with full view of both large boobs, so her 2 year old could walk up whenever he wanted and have a drink.
So we sat at her kitchen table drinking coffee while she had both boobs out and would occasionally have to lean over when she felt her son tug and want a drink.
I fought a furious battle in my head trying to be open and nonjudgmental that I ultimately lost after futily trying to look anywhere, anywhere else but at her chest. It was like Jesus himself was beckoning me to look, I literally could not *not* see them, like they were following me or a weird Mona Lisa type thing.
I was so exhausted from the effort to not think it was weird and be normal that I had to take a Tylenol and go to bed.

Good one, laughing out loud at the library!

[Anonymous]

I guess we've been lucky, you guys have some doozies!

My most mortifying playdate moment was when our DD was 2.5 yrs old. I didn't know but at her daycare they were listening to music daily and doing "dance parties" (nothing scandalous, so when I did find out I wasn't upset). Unrelated, I'd also taken her to a "Mommy and Me" yoga class for toddlers and moms not too long before the playdate.

So it was my turn to host a group of moms and toddlers who I really liked and I guess I was trying too hard to impress. As the kids ran around and played around and all of the adults were in a circle, I mentioned taking DD to yoga and said "DD why don't you show everyone your 3 legged-dog?" DD drops to the floor, sticks her butt up and raises a leg and starts shaking her butt singing loudly "Who let the dogs out! Woof! Woof! Who let the dogs out! Woof! Woof!" Turns out that song is one of the dance party songs, and me asking her to do 3-legged dog made the connection in her head for the first time.

Needless to say most of the moms recoiled in deep concern, like "Um, what the hell are they exposing this 2 yr old to??? Strippers??" LOL! I asked her where she'd heard the song and pieced it together, and probably over-explained it all, but that reaction and the looks on the moms' faces still makes me both laugh out loud and recoil in deep mortification...

[Anonymous]

My sister's friend once decided to wash our screen door. With a hose. With the glass door open. Kitchen floor was soaked.

My sister and her cousin (same age) also had an episode that involved a full bottle of baby powder and a full tube of A&D ointment. Their hair was greasy for weeks and the carpet needed to be professionally cleaned.