“I’m so glad. How about we go get ice cream?” I offer. “Okay—oh, wait!” She wiggles around in my arms until I set her down. I then watch in horror as my daughter runs up to the same little punk-ass kid from this morning and hugs him. “I forgot to say goodbye and thank you,” she tells him. “I’m going to end up killing that little fucker one day,” I grumble.
