In 1966, I was 7, and misunderstood that I was invited to a birthday party being hosted by a girl in my school. Clarification of my faux pas was delivered as I stood with gift in hand, by the shrill voice of a 7 year old host, who informed me that I wasn’t invited and the party was only for girls.
My daughter got an invitation to a Halloween party and she only hangs out with boys and was delivered a retraction to this invitation; a day before the party.
The similarly in both of these events besides the obvious is that in each instance, the mothers of each of the party hosts intervened and saved the day.
I think this is quite possibly where life’s problems begin. The Problem With Party’s.
At least that’s possibly true in my house.