In the last few years, my high school friend M. and I haven’t been able to grab more than an hour or two for a visit when I’m in town visiting my family. Yesterday we chilled for three whole hours, and it was awesome. Her 1-year-old son is about the cutest on the planet, and I swear I didn’t pose this photo. Back in high school we used to joke that I’d be the crazy friend-aunt who would corrupt her kids with subversive ideas and maybe some black nail polish. Maybe in reality I’ll just teach them how to crochet. (And paint their nails black, too.)