“Mom, I’m going to need you to schedule a meeting.”
“A meeting? You mean like a playdate?”
Piper rolled her eyes. “No, I mean a meeting. With Madeline. We have club business to discuss.”
“Alright. I’ll schedule some time at the end of the week.”
“Yes. That will do. And we’ll need snacks.”
“Playdate…er…Meeting. Snacks. Got it.” I wrote my instructions down on my notepad like the dutiful administrative assistant I clearly am.
“Blueberry muffins. Seaweed. Cantaloupe. Lemonade. Did you write that down?”