French Fry Friday

Every Friday, like clockwork, the text comes from the mom or dad of one of my 11-year-old's friends. "The girls are asking for a sleepover. OK by me if OK by you!?"

I got this exact message from my friend Annie late Friday afternoon while Phoebe, Andy, and I were sitting on the grassy berm beside the school track where I sometimes run. I had just logged …