Moms' Night Out Page #2

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A rave is not a dance.

Trust your mother.

But, Mom, a lot of the

kids from church are...

- Uh, uh, uh...

- They're even...

- I don't care!

- Seriously?

I don't care!

- Come on, have a heart.

- Zoe!

Mom, you always do this.

You're gonna murder my social life.

Well, maybe it deserves to die.

You know you're not allowed

to date until you're 17,

so we have a winner.

Yeah, and a loser.

I have "Preacher's Kid"

stamped on my forehead.

Oh, there you are.

- Did you find my notes?

- Yeah, right there.

Perfect. Where'd you find

them? I looked everywhere.

- I'll just take that.

- What's wrong with that one?

Video guy says

your tie is strobing,

so this one will be better.

Okay. Notes were on

your desk, corner pile.

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey.

You were so awesome

in the first service

and I was just wondering what...

Sweetheart, I know

what you're doing,

but we've already

talked and we agree.

Points for trying, though.

I didn't even get a fair shot.

- Love you.

- Love you.

Good morning. Somebody

has a birthday, right?

Nice to see you.

Come here.

- Hey, did you get that recipe I sent?

- Yes. Thank you.

Oh, good. Good. Nice to see you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Hey, Ally, hey.

Oh, you having a rough morning?

Sondra, just tell me

it's all gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay. Just give

it five years and you'll be...

- Years?

- Seven or five...

Do you want me to

help you with the kids?

Brandon!

Buddy, what are you doing?

- Do you need some help?

- No, I've come this far.

- I am going to finish this.

- Okay.

Let's go. Let's go. This way. This way.

Around. Around. Let's go.

Good morning, y'all!

How is everyone?

Great.

Oh, Sondra. You are such

an inspiration to me.

And you. You are so blessed

to have her as your mother.

I am just so blessed.

Mmm-hmm.

Let go. Let go, let go, let go!

This is my best friend, Izzy.

We pretty much do

everything together.

In grade school

she was wild and popular,

and I was an introvert with braces.

And this is Marco, her husband.

He's always had

three irrational fears,

luchadores, biker gangs

and small children.

This makes him particularly

vulnerable at Halloween.

- Trick or treat!

- Oh!

Izzy!

They're talking to me again.

Doing fine, babe!

I'm just supposed to check them in.

Oh.

- Hey!

- What?

Don't kill the messenger,

but the Sunday school

coordinator said

to remember your number this time.

Yes. Yes. Okay, fine. Just please,

please don't page me

over something trivial.

Um, the fire department

didn't think it was trivial.

- Izzy, look at me.

- Ugh!

I just... I need one hour

to myself on Mother's Day.

Please.

Like, like, me with 20 toddlers.

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