We finally returned home after what felt like an extremely long wait in the restroom. Dawson excitedly ran to my mom, proudly showing off all the toys we had gotten and eagerly telling her about the game we played.

"What kind of game was that?" she asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.

"Mommy's little game," Dawson replied innocently.

"Okay, my dear. Why don't you go play with your new toys?"

As soon as Dawson scampered off, my mom turned to me, her expression stern. "You had my grandson hiding out in a public bathroom because of some game? What in the world were you thinking, Sophie Marie?"

I launched into...