The Playdate Secret

I'm a big fan of the Cheap Trick: the itty bitty effort that packs an impressive punch. The trifling gesture that draws the sort of "ooh"s and "ahh"s you never have, and never will, deserve.

But I've mastered so few of them. I can't make a three-ingredient crowd-wowing cake, or sweep my hair into a head-turning up-do with the flick of a wrist. I've never even figured out how to rock those cool ribbon embellishments atop a wrapped present.

I have one great trick, though. And to make up for the undue kudos it nets me, I'm going to share it with you.

The next time a friend complains of being overtired, overwhelmed, and over-worked, put your hand on her shoulder and say, "Why don't you drop your kids at my house this afternoon for a play date, and take a few hours for yourself?"

And say it like you mean it. Like the idea doesn't terrify you. Because here's the crazy thing, the dirty little secret about having other children over to your house: It's actually easier than not having them.

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