Adorable. Danny, her testy three year old, is playing nicely for once, squatting happily in the sandbox with his new best friend. Denny, she thinks the child's name is. Sounds like Denny, but with that lisp, it's hard to tell. So what if he lisps, he's really sweet. And so easy to get along with! No matter how horrible Danny is, he can't seem to scare this one off the way he does every other sorry excuse for a playmate. Denny, is it? Could his name be Danny too? Not likely, it's just too coincidental. It's enough that they look alike. The difference is that Karin's Danny is, OK, difficult, while Denny/whoever, the neighbors' child, is perfect. If he comes over often enough, maybe some of it will rub off on Danny here. She thinks Denny's mom could probably teach her a thing or two about parenting, but hey. She's a working mom. It's enough to throw the ball or make brownies with the boys, life is too short to go knocking on other mothers' doors. Besides. The last thing a careerist like Karin needs is advice from some candy faced professional mom.
