Subpar parenting at its finest

Friend: Did you get my email yesterday that it was OK for Sadie to come over?

Me: Yes, I got it. We’ll be there about 6:15. She’s very excited. Hope you can bring it.

Friend: Great, now I have to bring it. Don’t you see the looks of disappointment painted on my kids’ faces everyday?

Me: I never bring it. One time it rolled under the car and I ran over it as I backed out of the garage. My game looks and smells a lot like road kill.

Friend: The last time I said I was going to bring it, I think my daughter laughed at me.