My husband and I went on a double date with my son and his soon-to-be girlfriend (it was their first date). I didn't think about the magnitude of that until a day or so afterwards, i.e., who actually wants to go on their first date with parents?
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My son had stayed home from his dad's that weekend because he didn't want to miss baseball practice. It was Saturday and he was just hanging around and my husband and I had been talking about going to a minor league ball game so I told my son, "Why don't you see if So-and-so wants to go to the game with us." I did not ask him if he wanted to, I kind of told him, assumptively.
"Oh, I don't know, I think she's in Boston with her sister..."
"Ask her when she'll be home and let us know so we can get the tickets."
Then I left to walk the dog.
When I got back, my husband and son were reviewing the stadium seating chart. I guessed she said yes. I let them figure out the rest of it. My husband informed me what time we had to leave and I went about my business.
Some time later, my son approached me and told me, "Mom, please don't do or say anything weird."