It started out well.

Chuckle chuckle.

Here’s the thing that’s funny about getting together with friends with children:

We have children.

First of all, my people were going to be hanging out with the cool kids. The Little Instructors have a Jiu-Jitsu instructor and the high school surf team captain as parents, okay?

My daughters accompanied me wearing matching “Libraries rock” T-shirts and skirts they literally sewed themselves.

Laura Ingalls Wilder would be so proud.

So, yeah. I was already working at a deficit in my mind, but I love my children. Their mom was no “cool kid,” though I carried some modicum of respect with the stoners and skaters of my high school. If they heard me use the word “modicum,” that would be the end of the respect.

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