I thought it was a natural assumption. For at least ten years, when Grandma said be there at four, it was because we were having dinner with them.
Oops.
I blame Hope. She wanted to make a phone call, I told her to call my grandparents. She told Grandma she was calling to make arrangements to come visit, there was someone I “wanted them to meet.”
She didn’t tell me that part, she told me the time and day and nothing else. I emailed Grandpa just to be sure. Grandma called when we were out, and left a message confirming Hope’s report. She mentioned the “someone” I wanted them to meet. Bly and I were so busy laughing at Bly’s meeting the “in-laws” I didn’t notice Grandma hadn’t mentioned dinner.
In the grand scheme of things, it is not a big deal in any way, shape, or form. I just felt really bad. I told Bly not to eat. I didn’t feed the kid. Both were probably a bit crankier than absolutely necessary because of it. And in explaining to the grandparents why we didn’t stay all evening–I made them feel bad. How were they supposed to know?
*sigh* You know what they say about “assume,” right? Good news is, we all had fun. And no one fainted from hunger. Though Hope sure thought she was going to.