We're in the middle of spring break 'round here, so the lot of us headed out to visit Ms B this afternoon. Much holding of Firefly ensued. We stayed through dinner and dessert, then drove home with two sleepy kids in the back seat and a cooler of expressed milk in the trunk.
I really have nothing more to add. There were no uncomfortable moments. No weird comments to analyze. No post-visit angst for me to sort through. No debriefing between T and I on the drive home. It was just a nice, uneventful, mildly boring time hanging out with Ms B and some of her friends as they enjoyed Firefly (who obligingly showed off several smiles).
And that's a report I'm really happy to make.