Me, texting another mom: Playdate today?
Mom: I’m sorry. Who is this?
Me: Toots’ mom. You want to get together later?
Mom: Toots who?
Me: Ha ha! If you want just you and me can have a playdate. After 5.
Mom: I’m not sure who this is.
Me: San Diego Momma. Toots McLoveyBear’s mom…
(uncomfortable beat): Wait. Who is THIS?
Mom: Phil. I coach youth basketball.
Me: Oh yes! Thanks for your months of service to my daughter.
(another uncomfortable beat) I will go now.
Phil: Hope your ‘playdate’ works out.
Here’s a PROMPTuesday for you: Describe a misunderstanding. In dialogue only.