Yesterday, I was telling DH how odd it was that the Princess and her friend like to change places. After church they beg to go home with the other family. Strange. I would never in a million years have done that. It was bad enough going to someone else's house. Except for a couple of best friends through the years, I was alway so shy that it was almost painful to have to be anywhere but home. Eating at someone else's house was pretty much torture. Iwas extremely picky and taking a chance on another Mom's cooking was terrifying. Once I was served liver. Another time it was huge, ugly, grey bratwurst! Ugh. Good grief, even after I was married and went to the in-laws I had to be polite and pick around gizzards in stuffing, and parts in a piece of brown meat chicken. Painful, I'm telling you. So, I am always shocked when these girls beg to go home with the other family....without even the friend to make it super fun. I just can't see the excitement in it. Playing with the brothers can't be all that much fun IMO. Poor little substitute princess, has been extremely good about eating whatever was served, but I always make sure to tell her that she doesn't have to eat it. I wish someone had done that for me a few times.
What about you? Did you ever switch families with a friend? Am I the only one who hated to eat at anyone else's house?