I made the dumbest faux pas yesterday morning; I could just kick myself. I ran into the mother of a girl in my daughter’s class crossing Second Street with her daughter on the way to PS 321. Her daughter is "an alpha girl;" a popular girl; one of those girls who always seems to be at the social epicenter. Or so I thought.

I said to the mom: "Do you know what time E.’s birthday party starts?" or something like that referring to the birthday party of another little girl (I asked because I’d misplaced the invitation) The mom said: "I don’t know," with a funny look on her face. "She wasn’t  invited to E.’s party."

Doing.

I went on to cover myself by saying: "I thought your daughter was friends with E." To which she replied, "So did I…"

I just kept getting into deeper doo doo.

And I felt like the biggest cad. Lesson: never assume that someone is invited to a birthday party. Not even the "popular girl." And never ask anyone unless you are absolutely sure.

The social life of seven year olds is so damn complicated.

Yours from Brooklyn,
OTBKB