Charlie had his first true playdate today. He met a friend from daycare at McDonald's, where the mom and I chatted and the boys ran around crazy in the play area, taking occasional breaks for their vanilla shakes. They played for an hour and a half. I say this in amazement and with a little bit of awe. Yet another example of what we didn't know with Roman, & how easy "normal" kids are.
I was waiting for the moment - when Charlie would bust in rudely, say he was tired, bored, or didn't want to play with his friend anymore. It didn't happen. I was waiting for the faux injury to occur, so Charlie could cry and beg to go home. It didn't happen. We went, we played, we went home with a minimal amount of whining for a McDonald's toy. I don't think I can describe to you gentle readers what it's like with Roman, except to say, constantly exasperating. Roman has never played for 1.5 hours without needing me to intervene. He is always bored within 15-20 minutes of playing something with a friend and wants to change what they are doing. Worse yet, he's gotten to the point where he doesn't want to go to other kids' houses because he gets bored with their toys.
It was just so nice, to sit at McD's, chat with the mom, and not get interrupted. For the boys to enjoy themselves and actually play. To have a child that is not so needy all the time.