Rob's family

From Tracey "Playdate" is the trendy term for moms and their kids getting together for a few hours. Makes it sound like our little tykes have important social agendas already. Anyway, a high school friend of mine with a 2-year-old daughter invited us over for the afternoon. Melinda basically slept while Annie played with toys. This is the first time I had met Annie, but I have heard over and over (from her own mom and grandparents, no less) "what a handful" this child is. Not so, I think. She’s cute and happily building a lego house for her Fisher-Price little people. Then Melinda wakes up, and Annie wants to see the baby. (I am quickly finding out that toddlers are enchanted by babies.) So I hold Melinda in my lap, while Jean reminds Annie to play nice and be GENTLE with the baby. They come over and Annie pats Melinda on the head. A split second later, Annie is pinching MelindaÂ’s arm—and when Jean pulls AnnieÂ’s hand away, it accidently scrapes Melinda a