Hey, Mom? 

Can I have a word with you?

                                 

Yeah, ok, don't get all "I'mmm the Mommy, not you" on me okay?

So - about our playdates.  What the hell mom?  We only have a few playdates every so often and when they do occur, me and 'the older one who knocks me around', like playing with the other kids' toys.

I gotta take a break because I feel a tantrum coming on...hold on.  Here's 'she who pets my head like I'm a pet'.

                                    

Yeah, hey there mom.  Enough screwin around...that small kid 'Mantha means well but she beats around the bush.  So here goes -

For the love of all that's holy in this universe, the next time we are over at someone's place for a playdate/cookie decorating extravaganza do not, and I mean Do NOT, get into a small discussion/debate on whether women should be allowed in the military.  Jeezus mom!

I know you didn't start it.  I don't care.  It was her house for cripes sake.  You don't have to open your big mouth and gush forth your opinions ALL the Freekin time. 

Please woman.  Apologize.  I don't care if you don't wanna.  It was her house.

Awww, yeah, I'd be a little embarrassed too.  S'okay mom. 

Just so you know, we the bebes got your back. 

Just from now on, don't fuck around with the playdates.