I care that they care. I’m happy that they’re happy. I’m pleased that they took the time to share with me, if even indirectly.

Was out with my daughter and her friend, and we found a wallet on the ground. The friend picked it up and immediately handed it to me, and now I’m ‘what am I meant to do with it?’. But only in my head, because I’m the grown up who just can deal with everything.