Yesterday I only shared part of the story with Daughter. I had a delightful afternoon/evening at the home of a colleague who hosted a pool party for the area clergy and families. It was hot enough to swim, cool enough to sit around talking. We hadn't seen one another all summer, so it was great to catch up on news and meet the children of my colleagues. I decided not to tell Daughter about it, as I wanted to go alone and not have her there complaining.
She called during it, and I told her I was busy with some colleagues and would talk to her later in the evening. I tried to deal with the call as quickly as possible so she wouldn't hear the delighted shouts of the children in the pool. When I talked to her later in the evening, she was suspicious, "Where were you?"
"I was with some colleagues."
"Who was there?"
I mentioned the names of some of them she knew, and told her there were others there as well. I told her we hadn't seen one another all summer, and were catching up on the news, talking about weddings and such.
"Oh. I'm glad I'm at my house. I would have been bored."
She's right, she would have been bored. Everything I told her was true, I just neglected to mention the spouses and children who were present. She still would have been bored, though, as most of the children were young (a total of 11, 2 were 4 years old, the oldest was 16, the majority probably in the 6-8 year old range). I did sit around and talk shop and politics. I had a wonderful time.