I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Twins And Slipped Away At The Airport Until My Phone Was Flooded With Messages

about bedtime. I sent her a photograph of the fort with two pairs of feet visible inside it, one wearing mismatched socks, and she replied with three heart emojis and, for the first time I could remember in four years of these arrangements, the words thank you for doing this.

I stared at that message for longer than I needed to. Not because it fixed continue reading …