Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Samuel and the Play Date

What does eating a sandwich tell about you?

Anxiety vibrated in the air as Samuel’s mother knocked on a red door.  The door was opened by an equally anxious, smiling nervously mother.   Ah.  So this is the ‘play-date’.  Interesting…

Two more mothers called out, and Samuel was dragged into the tv room where three other bewildered children sat.  Legos and action figures lay scattered around them.  An offering of some sort, obviously.

“Now, let’s have lunch!”  Someone announced, and the four children were plopped down at a child’s table in their colorful chairs.  IKEA…

Plates of sandwiches and potato chips were slid in front of each, and juice boxes (straws inserted) were set down.

Silence, long and drawn out, echoed as each child sized the other up for reference.    

So much can be learned by the way one holds a juice box, how one sucks on the deadly straw.  How the sandwich is held speaks a world of information.  Blue iced cupcakes are not meant for just eating.

By lunch’s end, it was clear:  Samuel was the Alpha, Charlie the Omega.  Clarisse—sassy deceptive girl—was a she-devil.  Buddy was easily manipulated.  The game is afoot, friends.
When the front door closed amid tears and apologies after the play-date concluded, much had happened.  The leather sofa had been stabbed to death with the plastic juice box straws.  The blood red juice stained the carpet in big drops.  The dog cowered beneath the sofa, shivering in his blue icing stripes.


So much more could have been done.  Samuel waved to his new friends. Another day?

18 comments:

  1. OMG you put more than one of those in the same room????? That should give you enough for a novel.
    I was just thinking about Samuel this morning. So glad to see him back.

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    1. He'll be back. He has so much yet to do...

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  2. haha yeah one with his/her ideas is bad enough, get a whole bunch in on it together and surprised there is any couch left.

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    1. If Samuel had used IKEA children forks, the couch would have been shredded. Those things have real stabbing power.

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  3. A gaggle of children.

    Luckily, I had my son before play dates were a thing. :-) We just sent them outdoors with the garden hose...

    Pearl

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    1. I don't know when 'play dates' evolved. Usually one house in the neighborhood was the 'fun' place and kids headed there to play with hoses and side walk chalk. Now? The moms drink coffee and margaritas while the children play in a carefully structured environment.

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  4. Wonderful powers of observation you have! And I'm still laughing about the poor old dog!

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    1. No one or no thing is safe from Samuel and his 'crew'.

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  5. Oh, I'm so happy to have seen Samuel. There's nothing wrong with him that a week with this grandma wouldn't straighten out. If, of course, his mother wanted a polite and thoughtful child back. So glad I raised mine already. And half my grandchildren.

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    1. Samuel will be back. The A 2 Z put him on hold, but allowed for planning.

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  6. Samuel does need to spend time at Nana's house. Maybe that will happen. One year I had four such "Samuels" in my classroom. It was a long year.

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  7. Dear Susan, as one of the commentators said, you "have wonderful powers of observation." It's clear you've been a teacher. Samuel is blessed in his grandma.
    Peace.

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  8. You've made me shudder at the thought of play dates.

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  9. I have missed Samuel - but am so glad he is a blogosphere away. Wonderful. Thank you.

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  10. oh i remember play dates even back in the dark ages with my older kids--hard times good times--big messes!

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  11. Oh my. Samuel is quite the little character! :) Then again, when it comes to IKEA furniture, I'm very tempted to grab a plastic cutlery item...especially after um reading the instructions...

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    1. IKEA provides a little Allen wrench and instructions with drawings. Still we manage to mess it up, esp. if we um don't read the instructions!

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