When Liv was six, I signed her up for the only ballet class that she ever attended. She detested it, but did meet a friend there. His name was Jay and he was the only boy in the class. I wasn't crazy about his mother, but you know how it goes when your child finds a friend, you sort of do what you can to get along with the parent(s)...
His mother was one of the wealthiest women in the city. Her family owned a huge furniture store that is known all over the USA. But, she was a taker. She would set up play dates with Jay and Liv and always push for Jay to come to our home. And then she would drop him off and instead of being back to pick him up an hour or two later, she would have me keep him for like....eight or nine hours. I figured out quickly that she was using me for babysitting. On the few times that Liv visited their
To be honest, I pretty much detested Ms. B. But, one day when she dropped Jay off, she stayed for a few moments and confessed that he was having some problems at his kindergarten. She said that he was being teased for being Jewish. I was appalled. Jay attended a very pricey private school and the family made very big donations to the school on a regular basis. No matter. It hurt me that other children would hurt Jay. I liked him. He was a bright, funny little boy, seemed kind of like a loner, but was so smart and Liv thought he was so much fun to play with.
Jay was an only child and for some reason, his parents had a nickname for him: Boo. I called him Boo playfully off and on and he asked me in a very serious tone if I would please not call him that because he disliked that nickname. I promised not to call him that again.
Well, that afternoon, I called the children in from playing outside to have a snack. I went to call Jay Boo and quickly tried to remedy the miss step and to call him Jay instead. Instead, I ended up calling:
"Time to come in Liv and Jew!" (Crazy mix of Jay and Boo!)
I was horrified at my blunder and immediately apologized to Jay and explained that I had almost called him Boo but then tried to change it to Jay and it came out all wrong. He was quiet, but said it was okay.
I forgot all about it and didn't mention it to his mother when she picked him up (four hours late!) That night, the phone rang and it was Ms. B. She informed me in a cold voice that Jay would never play with Liv again because I had "slipped up and made a racial slur." When I tried to explain, she would have none of it.
I felt awful for both Liv and me, but especially for Jay, because he obviously felt badly enough to tell his mother.
Jay's family is in the news a lot simply because they are so famous in our city, and unfortunately Jay has made a few headlines for getting kicked out of his private school for starting fires and using foul language. He is now in a boarding school in Kentucky.
You know, I made an honest mistake...but I have always felt just awful about my....blooper.
Anyone else have a terrible (but ok...kind of funny) story of something totally idiotic that they said or did?
Kind of a was-my-face-red moment?
Care to share?