Tuesday, March 01, 2011
"You get a pass."
We found a table with presents on it addressed to Zeb so we set our gift down and the mom approached us. She gave us a ticket for skates and I helped Cannon hand in his shoes at the counter and get the right size. We went back to the table and the mom asked me to repeat Cannon's name. I repeated it and she asked,
"Is he new to the program?"
About the same time another kid at the party asked Cannon,
"Are you Ridge's brother?" Cannon nodded and I started to realize what had happened.
I told the mom that no, Cannon wasn't in the high cap program, he knows Zeb from football. To which the mom looked at me and shook her head with a look like, my son? No football for this family.
And I asked again, this is a party for Zeb? I thought you invited Cannon to the party when we were on the phone.
She thought that maybe she said Cameron instead of Ridge since there is a Cameron in the class. That would explain the mix-up.
Cannon was standing by me during this conversation, looking more and more dejected as it went on. Plus, I had a baby on my arm, spit-up running down his chin, starting to get fussy. The mom said that it was okay if we went home and got Ridge and they could both come to the party since she had a couple of extra skating tickets. I called Eric, and vented my frustration and asked Ridge if he wanted to come. But really I wasn't going to drive home and back again. That's ridiculous. Ridge didn't want to go since he's never been skating and because he didn't have a present. I was close to tears, mostly because I was disappointed for Cannon.
Cannon and I worked out that everything would be alright if he got to keep the present and we would just leave.
I looked for the mom to tell her thanks, but we're leaving, but I couldn't see her anywhere. We took our present and proceeded to exit when I saw another mom from the class. I stopped and explained the situation to her, that we were leaving, that I had brought the wrong son to a birthday party (sheesh) and she tells me,
"You get a pass."
I think I spluttered something like, the mom said the wrong name, they both know a boy named Zeb! (I had no idea there was a boy in Ridge's class named Zeb. He never mentions him. And even when Cannon was wrapping the gift he never said anything like, Hey, there's a boy in my class named Zeb too. It isn't a common name -- yes, name changed but the real name wasn't common either.)
But this other mom just looked at me with this seeing and not hearing glaze on her eyes, seeing an exhausted mother of five who can't keep her children straight.
So we left.
And when we got in the car I cried.