It was a lazy Sunday morning when I got a text from my friend Yasmin, who has a little boy, two years old.
“What are you doing today?”
Well, we weren’t doing anything, yet. We had thought about maybe going to the springs or the pool, whatever we usually do on a sunny Sunday, usually only including our own family. We don’t do much hanging out with others. We should.
They were going to a park that normally we wouldn’t have access to, so we decided, sure, we would tag along. What time were they leaving?
Oh. Nap time. Crap.