Tyler doesn’t say anything as I strap him into his booster seat. “Did you have fun?” I ask, hoping to loosen his tongue.
It doesn’t work. From the frown on his face, I know he didn’t get enough sleep, and I dread the upcoming afternoon.
I close the back passenger door and walk around the car to the driver’s side. As I slide behind the wheel, I glance in the rearview mirror. My son stares dully at me. Yes, he definitely needs a nap.
“Here we go,” I tell him as I turn the key in the ignition. Bracing an arm behind the passenger seat headrest, I half-turn to watch behind us as I back out of Dawn’s driveway. I give Tyler a quick grin which he doesn’t return.
“What’s up, kiddo?” I ask. I don’t really expect a response.
He surprises me. “You had a sleepover last night, too?”
I tap the brak
