Ninja Move
10 Feb
This is the story of the super crafty, ninja-like way I arranged childcare the other night.
Background: My mom loves tennis. Her favorite current player is Rafael Nadal. She has gotten Michaela into tennis–and Rafa–too.
Yesterday, 3 p.m.
Mike: “Do you think your mom would watch Michaela tonight so we could go out to a nice dinner?”
Me: “I don’t know. Let me call and ask.”
I call. My mom answers. She’s excited.
Grandma: “I’m getting excited! Rafa’s match is at 5 p.m.! You’ll have to tell Michaela!”
Me: “Hold on, I’ll put you on speaker and you can tell her yourself.”
My mom tells her. I mute the phone and tell Michaela, “Ask Grandma if you can watch the match with her.”
Michaela: “Grandma, can I come watch Rafa with you?”
Grandma: “Ummm… Well, you have to ask your mommy.”
I do a happy dance. Mike gets a big smile on his face because it’s worked out better than we could’ve hoped.
Me: “Actually, I was calling to see if you’d watch Michaela tonight so we can go to dinner. So yeah, that’s great! See you a little before 5!”
Fade to black.
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