Last Sunday (not yesterday, but the one before that) Henry brought home an invitation to the PANCAKE PARTY! It was for the children to meet their new Sunday School teachers. It was to be held on Saturday at the church.
Well, trying to explain to a four-year-old that Saturday was FAR away wasn't the easiet thing in the world. Henry was beyond excited about this party. Something about putting the words, "pancake" and "party" together got him all worked up.
Every day he would as me, "Is today the pancake party?" Or "Is today Saturday?" We talked of almost nothing else for nearly a week.
On Friday (the day before said PANCAKE PARTY) I had a funny feeling about it all, and decided not to tell Henry that the next day was Saturday and therefore the day of his much anticipated party. He asked when it was, and I reminded him "Saturday" but didn't clarify beyond that.
Friday at dinner, Derek declared joyfully, "TOMORROW IS SATURDAY HENRY!" and well. I'm surprised Henry was able to sleep for the thrill of it all. I was a bit apprehensive for some reason about it all. But, I figured, "Meh, it's fine if he knows it's tomorrow."
So, it was all arranged that Derek would take Henry and possibly Spencer if he threw a fit about being excluded. Seriously, it was akin to Christmas Eve at our house that night.
Then. 9:38pm. My phone rings. I figured it was a client. It was not. It was the 2nd Counselor in the Primary calling to inform us that due to a schedule issue, the Pancake Party had been cancelled.
I literally said to her, "You do realize you are breaking my four year old's heart, right?" She apologized again. It just couldn't be helped. BLAHBLAHBLAH.
I teared up. No lie. I was SO frustrated. I KNEW we shouldn't have told Henry it was in the morning. I KNEW this was going to happen. I was just so bummed that I was going to have to be the one to tell him his dreams had been dashed.
The next morning, Henry asked when Daddy was going to get up and take him to his party. When I broke the news, it was not pretty. To add insult to SERIOUS injury, Derek had signed up to clean the church that morning, so he took the boys and went only to find that ANOTHER WARD was having THEIR pancake party. Derek had to leave because both boys were completely hysterical.
So, we had our own pancake party at home.
Moral of the story: CHECK THE CALENDAR before you schedule parties for little children. It's NOT fun to have to tell them they don't get to go.
Oh, and another random little tidbit: If you are an employer, and payday comes and goes, please don't "forget" to pay your employee. It's likely the employee's wife, who needs to go to the store, will hunt you down and shank you.