Ethan picked up the blue diaper bag from the garden bench and walked beside me to the curb.

He opened the rear door and held it while I put Noah safely into his car seat.

“My mother asked me twice while you were gone whether we were coming inside for dinner,” Ethan said as I clicked the buckle.

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

“I told her our plans for the evening were already set,” Ethan said.

“I told her we were going home,” he added, pulling the door shut until it clicked.