But the parking lot was packed, likely with other moms rushing around to get dinner on the table. I noticed a spot and pulled right in. By the time my seatbelt was off, I realized the spot I pulled into was designated with a sign that said “Mother and Infant Parking.” Ack!
“Let’s go, mommy!” my not-infant-son said, shutting the door.
And ya know what? I didn’t…
