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November 22, 2008 |
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Play Date
FOUND by Tom Baughman
in Portland, Oregon
I found this Post-it note on the sidewalk while walking with my daughter. Love the bee, flower, grass, sun and cloud... I also like how Maiya's friend switched to the red pen. Hope they had fun.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Bet it's one of those crayons that's all different colors. There weren't any like that when I was a kid.
It looks like the face on the flower is upside-down and frowning. But I'm sure it's not, because play dates are fun!
Oh no! Red pen! That's the kind of play date that gets kids in serious trouble.
At first I thought it said "pray date." A play date is more fun.
That's really cute. I want to have a play date! I'm thinking dodge ball or kick the can would be fun to play as adults.
Dodgeball as adult fun?? Are you outta your mind??? It would be deadly!
Watch out Mary they are going to dress you up like a flower and throw Kung Fu stars at you...
dear BILLYBRADLEY,
i am thrilled about our upcoming play date. i have a tea party on thursday with aisha (but it might get rained out,) and i'm building forts with jenn and rachel on friday, but i should be able to squeeze you in saturday morning before my dodgeball game with geek. i will make sure to bring lots of toys and lots of clothes.
your friend,
marya
Yeah, this makes the Billy Bradley find way creepier.
How times have changed..."play dates." We just used to say, "Can you come over?" You didn't make a date...you just did or didn't go over. But of course that was before kids' lives got organized to the nth degree with competitive classes, sports, activities and clubs galore. I hear that for the homeschooled it's even more so.
Poor kids. No time to just "be." You don't get a certificate, ribbon or diploma for just being a kid, I guess.
Before I opened the comments, my first thought was, "Oh my God, Flargy. Don't go there!"
@ Baby Basil: Too true. What ever happened to "go play"?
@Nightingale It's been replaced with " Go play organized sports and be sure to be the best so you can win win win and be superior to all the other kids and go to a Big time college and someday play that sport professionally and make Mommy and Daddy rich or go learn how to do (insert inappropriately adult activity here, think child models and actors etc.) and make sure you're the best, so someday ( the sooner the better) you can make Mommy and Daddy rich, or study these flashcards and learn French or international business so someday you can go to a top University and business school and make lots of money money money money and pay for Mommy and Daddy's retirement.
On the other hand many parents just say "Leave me and Daddy alone, I don't care what you do just so long as you're not buggin' me, while I'm watching my Soap Operas or talkin' to my friends on the phone or gettin' drunk etc...
Of course these are the extremes and realistically most parents aren't so bad as all that. They just need to be more in tune with their kids actual needs rather than with satisfying their own needs through their children. Or their own fears and concerns, for that matter.
This is really cute and all (and if I had a note like this that one of my kids had written, I'd come across it every once in a while and get a sad because I miss them), BUT ...
what's the deal with kids corresponding via Post-It notes? Did the kid who wrote it toddle back to Marya's place with this stuck to her forehead (so Marya's mom would know it was okay for her to be there)? Did the girls talk Frankie into carrying their notes back and forth for them? Is Marya's mom going to believe this note, or is going to phone the kid's mom to check ("Did you really say it was okay, and then force her to write her own permission slip? And is that why it took her an hour to get back here for the play date?")
Or am I being too cynical?
@ baby basil ... depends entirely on the homeschool family. The best (IMHO) are comfortable with the kids NOT being forced into team sports and outside [the home] organized group lessons and so on. The kids don't really need to be "socialized" in those kinds of activities. As a matter of fact, the healthiest home school situations end up with kids who are mature, socialized to a much wider mixture of people than just more kids just like them, and quite active and healthy, thank you very much.
But you're right that there are some parents who over organize because they're afraid their little ones will miss something by not being in the regimentation and group-think of a formal, organized school.
(Dismounting my soapbox now.)
i hope maya got the note. i hope they did, indeed, have their playdate.
that's so sweet.
my whole weekend was a play date! It was fun, Fun, FUN!!! Whoo! (too bad it went so quickly)
Dear Maiya,
My Mom said it is OK to have a play date. It doesn't mean that we are gay.
I love how the notes from (one must presume) children are about play dates, the notes from adolescents/college students are about sexual experimentation,drug use and infidelity, and the notes from middle-aged people are angry and rife with barely suppressed homicidal rage. I mean to say that I find it cute in theory, although in application human nature is more often than not ugly, brutal, and increasingly cruel with age, not unlike the driftwood has been gnarled and wisened by the harsh years of endless salty brine.
I read this as "My mom said it is NOT ok to have a pray date" Ha ha. I was like "Aw, Go Atheist Mom!"...then I read it again. Still could be an atheist mom I guess...
I believe the medium is crayon, not pen.
And for some reason the cloud looked a lot like a puppy to me.
Oh my god. I honestly think that could be mine. My handwriting and drawings were like that in kindergarten (who's weren't), but I also had a best friend named Maiya. And we had "play dates". But if this was mine, I must've wrote it 10 years ago, and I have no idea how it would've wound up in Oregon. Weird coincidence though. :)