My son has a best friend.
Unfortunately, his mother doesn't like me very much. At least I assume so, because it is so darned hard to get playdates with them.
I feel so sorry for my son, because he knows her name, and he shines up every time he hears me calling her. And he literally wilts when I must tell him that no, they can't come, or can't have us over.
It's even worse when I call her and she cuts me off and says she's busy and will call back and then she never does.
I wish they would live next door, so the boys can play without me having to deal with that ditz.
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