Noah's POV
"—he has on a fresh diaper now and will let you know if he needs to go potty, but if he has an accident, there are extras in the bag. You'll have to stay with him while he goes—he's still working on solo-pooping and gets fussy when he's left alone. He's not supposed to have too much sugar, and peanuts are a big no. He's not allergic, he just loves them too much and will eat them till he throws up. Uh… what else…"
Astrid rolls her eyes, adjusting Oliver's sunhat. "Calm down, Noah. Lila's four now. I assure you, I can handle a two-year-old."
I rake my fingers through my hair, exhaling hard. I know she's right. She's more than capable. But this is the first time I'm letting Oliver go off without me. And I hate how that makes me feel—like I'm the anxious parent trying to helicopter over everything.
