The whole term “play date” is soo 2000-whatever.  When I was growing up I would just ask, “Mom, can Julie come over?” but now that I am the mom I hear, “Mom, Nolan wants a play date.”

I promptly respond with, “We’ll have to talk to Mrs. L and see when Nolan can come over and play.”  I am NOT going to start using the term “date” with my four-year old.  I just can’t do it.  Especially since so many of my friends have sons.

I KNOW I am making a bigger deal of this than may need to be made, but I am sure you have a silly soap box too.

Anyway, one family friend lives a bit further out from the school and one of her sons is in KB’s class and the other son goes to school with Lily.  One day I suggested that Matthew come over to play after school and then we could bring him out to Promise to meet his mommy in carpool.  Amy didn’t hesitate to say yes and rumor has it she took a long nap that day. . . anyway, KB and Matthew had super fun for a couple of hours.

And no one felt pressure to impress the other, Matthew didn’t have to pay for lunch or the movie they watched, and it was never necessary to slow down and define their relationship.  They just had fun being four.