I was at Coffee Tree Roasters this morning, waiting for my daughter’s ballet class to end, when an attractive, athletic-looking woman came in with four kids, ranging in age from about 2 to 8. She left the large dog outside. She was calm and utterly at ease with the situation. (And by “athletic looking” I mean she had muscle where I have back fat and where I have flappy upper arms, she had definition. But I’m not bitter, no siree.)

They were all talking about what she’s going to order for them when one kid asked what she was going to have. “You know what mommy gets,” she said. One of the middle kids piped up, “A margarita!!” She laughed and said,”That’s at night, honey, but I guess it’s 5 o’clock somewhere,” without missing a beat and with an unmistakable glint in her eye.

I wanted to high five her.