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!