Can you believe this?

We had a blizzard and things got interesting. The kids wanted to play in the snow of course and do some sledding. There is a neighborhood family we enjoy hanging out with; the kids play well together so it’s easy. They came over in the morning and that’s when things got interesting.

The mom wanted to use a snow person making kit. I called it a snow man kit and was corrected, but that’s another story. Anyhow, I prefer to just use my hands and an old hat and scarf when building a snowman, but I tried to have an open mind about it. The kit seemed complicated and ridiculous so I suggested we move on to the next activity. Sledding. Our kids are young so they don’t need giant hills; they had a great time on our block and it all worked out. Then we went into our yard and spotted a cute little rabbit hopping around. The kids loved watching him, it was picture perfect, and then the unthinkable happened. The dad looked at the rabbit and shared a story about the time he captured, skinned and ate a rabbit. He described how it’s done and how it’s an important skill to master. Thank goodness the kids became distracted and started to chase the bunny. It’s like this dad became someone else for those few minutes. It was interesting to see this side of a normally gentle man from Scandinavia.

The kids were tired and needed lunch so the family went home. We were all invited to a suburban house party at 5pm and said we’d go together. The invite to the house party was like a dream come true. The family hired babysitters and bartenders! We were excited to go.

The party was packed and there was tons of food. Sushi, asparagus wrapped in prosciutto, shrimp cocktail. I ordered a Manhattan from the bartender and started chatting away with the other parents. I was talking with a mom about her new puppy when I spotted the mom who yelled at me for playdate bashing back in September. She was the reason I started this blog. She of course does not know this. Anyhow, we said hello to each other and then she started babbling on about how she likes to put a marshmallow in the microwave and let her kids watch it grow to the size of a human head. I laughed and then excused myself. I contemplated tweeting this development from the bathroom, but decided against it.

I grabbed a pig in a blanket & started chatting with the dad who likes to kill rabbits and eat them. He told me he has wild turkey taxidermy in a box in his garage that he doesn’t know what to do with. It’s at that point that I saw 3 women, including marshmallow mom, arguing over all of the boots in the foyer. There seemed to be a Hunter boot liner mix-up and they needed to figure it out so they could all head home. I’m not sure what happened, but I did see marshmallow mom eating a giant cake pop as she left.

I got three numbers at the party. Two moms and one stay at home dad. I plan on setting up play dates this week.

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