How I knew this would be a good afternoon:
This first playdate lady arrives, pushing a toddler-filled stroller with one hand and holding a six-pack of Blue Moon ale in the other.
"It's so hot. I hope you don't mind."
Seconds later, the next playdate lady arrives with a bottle of champagne neatly tucked in the bottom of her stroller, directly under her toddler.
"It's so hot. I hope you don't mind."
Mind? I've been waiting 17 months for this kind of playdate!
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