So, in an effort not to deprive my son of social interaction simply because Momma doesn't play well with others, we recently had a meet-up with one of his friends from school. I had some other people from the neighborhood on hand as well to diffuse the amount of awkward twitching and stuttering this stranger could witness.
My poor child.
Anyway, the playdate went well enough. For a playdate. And it wasn't until the little girl was putting on her coat and shoes that things got...well, horrific.
PlusOne did his usual stomping around in protest of anyone leaving his house EVER. (Probably because HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOTHER?! SEND HELP!) But this always makes me feel badly for whoever is leaving so I try to step in and do the enthusiastic goodbyes. So I thank the mother for coming by and say things like LET'S DO IT AGAIN REAL SOON! before bending down to give the small child a hug. At which point, something like this spilled out of my mouth
Me: Thanks for coming over to play with PlusOne! You're such a good PLAY...GIRL!
Yes, that's right. I called the four year-old a playgirl. And why did I call her a playgirl? Well, naturally it was because I sensed that I was about to call her a PLAYMATE and switched it up at the last minute.
Good save, eh?
My son? He never had a chance, that kid.