In the midst of bitterly cold winter a few years ago, we were invited to lunch on a half day of school, the last day leading into our break. The middle school girls I’d volunteered to supervise were excited to be included, and I was pumped at the thought of adult conversation with other moms. Parking in the garage, we noticed a car with boys from our school a few spots away.  Out of the shadows a family we love surfaced.  We’d vacationed together and toodled around in little red wagons.  They were long time friends. A slew of boys, five in all, crawled out of the wagon.  I was not prepared for what happened next.   

Whispers, giggles, hair slinging, hip-swishing, but absolutely no speaking. Just like that, we entered a new phase...