Today, I was talking to one of the dads as I was headed into the kids' daycare.
He asked me what happened to my daughter (her black eye), and I explained her bathtub mishap. (The ducky spout protectors only work when actually ON the spout. And yes, I feel like a horrible mom.)
As I walked off, I confirmed dinner plans with another dad we are friends with.
Walking down the hall on the way to get my daughter I set up a playdate with the third dad.
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I didn't much think about it until I got in the car.
Our generation is different. My dad was (and is) a super dad. But he wasn't into setting up playdates or keeping up on the social calendar.
Neither was my father-in-law. You know, come to think of it, our dads probably weren't picking kids up from daycare often enough to know the other parents either!
It's a sign of the times.
And I like it!