“Now, should I stay by your side or with your kids?” she asks. There’s a gentle teasing note in her voice. “Who needs chaperoning the most?” I look at her and not at the other parents mingling around the lawn. I’ve already noticed some of the curious looks directed my way. These events are a common occurrence, but my attendance is not. “Me,” I say. “Let’s grab one of the spots?” She smiles. “Yeah. There’s a good one off to the side there.”
