When Aashri tickled Al’s nose with a cat toy she’d pulled from a bag, I wasn’t sure if she’d made it better or worse. “What is that?” I tried to grab it from her hand, but she was quicker. “Is this what I think it is?” “A sex toy? Yeah.” Aashri made little cooing sounds as she traumatized my son. “Get that away from him! He’s a baby!” “I thought he was an old man?” she answered.
