I broke a promise the other day…
An old friend was coming for a social visit last Sunday. In finalizing our plans, he asked on the phone whether he could bring “Asia” along. I knew he had a housemate with a five year-old daughter, and I thought Asia was the daughter. Big win for my six year-old son; a playdate. I believe I asked confirmation that Asia was “the girl” and received an affirmative answer.
If you have a six year old, you will know that all morning my son asked when his play date would arrive.
Turns out Asia was the mom, and the daughter was not in attendance.
We included my son in our activities, and he even beat us in a few boardgames. We all had a good time.
But he was disappointed. And I broke a promise.
What a fragile thing our word is.
