”Hey, Celeste! Your phone is blowing up.” My lady is in my guest bathroom with Arlan, who did not eat crayons this time, but did manage to dump an entire bottle of shampoo in the tub while I turned to get him a towel, so Celeste took over the rinse process.

”Go ahead and read it to me,” she hollers. I pick up the phone, still vibrating like mad.

Brady Ladies Group Chat

Maddie: I’m just so glad Mick and Celeste have Arlan tonight. ...