Over the weekend I took JD to his school’s annual summer carnival. There were games/prizes, spin art, pop corn, hot dogs, cotton candy and a chance to soak teachers (JD nailed his Pre-K 3 teacher) in a dunk tank (all proceeds benefited a local child with a severe illness). After we played games and ate, JD ran around the fenced in playground area with his friends and I hung back at the picnic tables and chatted with the parents. JD’s best buddy, *DJ’s dad, *Pete was there with his three boys alone, because his wife, a nurse, was working a weekend shift. In between chatting about the Lice scare (we're still all clear!), JD’s upcoming birthday party and the play-list on my iPod (loving Adele and Regina Spektor at the moment), Pete asked me about JD’s dad. What did I say? What should a single mom say when someone asks? First off, RELAX.