TMH Seal of Approval: When Frozen Fruit Goes Wrong
Every week(ish), The Mouthy Housewives present their coveted(ish) Seal of Approval to a post that made us laugh and become a better person.
This week we bestow the Seal of Approval on Jen Arthur Photography for her post Talah’s Room: Crime Scene. Do not check out this post without scrolling down to see the photos.
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I Heard You the First 978 Times
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I’m Thinking Of Getting My Kid Her Own Apartment. Problem Is She’s 10.
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How About Our House? Yes, That Would Be “Again”
Dear Mouthy Housewives,
My son’s best friend lives in a very unsafe neighborhood, and although the kid and his family are great, I don’t feel comfortable having my son visit their house. I try to schedule as many playdates as possible at our house, but it’s becoming obvious. Do I come clean or suck it up?
Signed,
Scaredy Cat
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Dear Scaredy Cat:
Well, for starters it depends on your definition of a bad neighborhood. In my city, if the parents live on a block where the nicest car is a Jetta and the neighbors do things like work full-time and send their kids to public school, then you’re right, it is a bad neighborhood.
That’s why I always tell people I live in a certain area when, in fact, I happen to just live near it. The only difference is their homes are a few hundredthousandish square feet larger than mine, and they have maybe, three…four…, okay six extra zeros in their paystubs.
Other than that, you could never tell us apart.
I’ll admit it would be traumatic for “certain” children and their families to come over to my home, knowing that their little ones are “confined” to 1,700 square feet of playing space for two hours. I know it would be nervewracking for the parents, sitting at home, waiting and wondering if their little ones will survive when I tell them, “No, we don’t have a Wii yet. Sorry.” I get it. But would I think they felt it was “dangerous”? No, I don’t think so.
However, if we’re talking about a neighborhood where even the people who reside there fear for their lives, that is another story. It’s a very sensitive topic to be sure, because although you want to protect your kid, you don’t want to insult his friend’s family because they can’t afford to live in a safe area. However, the bottom line is, your kid’s safety comes first. I guess I’ve always been of the ilk that honesty, sprinkled with a little white lie here and there so as not to offend someone, is the best policy. Although if I’ve tried the “sprinkle white lie” policy and the other person doesn’t want to see me or my kid again, well, then so be it. Sure, I’ll be sad, but policy “b” is where I accept it and hopefully my kid will understand that what happened, happened only because I wanted to keep her safe.
Love,
Jessica TMH
