“Help Feed Five Extra Mouths This Summer.” The internet loved it. Within days, Lillian appeared at my door in tears. “You made me look like a monster,” she sobbed. Turns out,

her boss saw the posts, and Jessica had to cut her European vacation short. I didn’t scream. I didn’t curse. I just smiled and said, “Next time, ask — don’t assume my time isn’t valuable because I don’t have kids.” The kids left with hugs, and little Sophie whispered, “Can I come back sometime? Just me?” “You’re welcome anytime,” I told her. “Just call first.”