I got the idea for this after watching Bad Moms

"Don't forget about the bake sale tonight," Leonard said, "at the library."

"Another one? Wasn't there one three days ago."

"Yes, but that one was for raising money for a new playground and this one is for…" Leonard hesitated, "Look, I don't fucking know, but you're supposed to be there."

"Don't worry about it, Len," Sara replied, "I'll be there."

Leonard was heading off on a several day trip to Star City, where Captain Cold was going to be helping the Green Arrow out with a few things. He'd never gone to help Oliver without Sara and was clearly trying to hide his nerves by obsessing over what he was leaving behind. He was normally the one to do that sort of PTA thing. He went to the events and ran the carpool, not because Sara didn't want to, but because he did. His father had never done any of that stuff, neither for him nor Lisa. Leonard wanted to make sure that he got a chance to be involved in that part of his daughter's life.

"The dessert for the bake sale is in the fridge," Leonard said as Sara started pushing him towards the front door.

"I know," Sara said.

"And it—"

"It starts at four and ends at seven thirty," Sara finished.

"And—"

"And watch out for Satan's spawn Brenda," Sara ended his sentence again, "I know Len, I've got it under control."

"But—"

Sara cut him off again, this time by pressing a kiss to his lips, draping her arms around his neck. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her up on her toes.

Sara pulled away first.

"You have to go, Len. You're gonna miss your train."

"That's okay," he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

"I'm serious," she laughed, starting to push him towards the door again, "Be nice to Ollie, okay? If he gives you a hard time, just ignore him. And say hi to Laurel for me."

"I will," he nodded.

"See you in a few days," Sara said. She stepped towards him again, this time for a hug, and she wrapped her arms around his middle, his going around her shoulders as he rested his chin on top of her head.

After a few seconds, Sara stepped away.

"Rory," she called upstairs, "Come say bye to Daddy before he leaves."

They heard the sounds of footsteps as Rory descended down the hallway towards the stairs. She made it three quarters of the way down before she launched herself into her father's arms.

"You gotta stop doing that, honey," Leonard said, unable to hide a smile, "One day I'm not gonna catch you and you're gonna get hurt."

"But it's fun!" Rory giggled.

"I don't doubt that."

"Do you have to go?" she said, pouting.

"Unfortunately, yes, but I'll be back Monday night. That's not too long, right?"

Rory said nothing more, but the sad pout didn't leave her face.

"Have fun at the bake sale," he said, putting Rory down, "I'll see you in a few days."

Rory did in fact have fun at the bake sale; the event took place at a library, so Rory had found a beanbag chair and a pile of books and hadn't moved since.

Sara was the one not entirely enjoying herself. Having not gone to many PTA events, she didn't really know any of the other parents, which wouldn't have bothered her too much if they didn't keep wanting to introduce themselves to her.

"You're Victoria's mom, right?"

The sickly sweet voice came from behind Sara. She turned around and saw a platinum blonde middle age women in a purple tracksuit.

"Rory, yeah," Sara answered.

"Victoria's fine," the woman said. Sara raised her eyebrows.

"You're telling me how to say my own kid's name, this conversation is going to go really well," she muttered under her breath. The woman apparently hadn't heard her because she held out her hand.

"I'm Brenda, Lizzie's mom, PTA president."

"Sara," she replied, begrudgingly accepting the handshake Brenda offered her. Sara knew Brenda's daughter Lizzie only by name, and that she was one of the kids giving Rory a hard time lately.

"We haven't see you at too many of our events," she said. The words she was saying sounded polite, but the sweetness of the voice paired with her one raised eyebrow said otherwise, "Actually, I don't think we've ever seen you at all. Your husband — Leonard, isn't it — is usually who we see. Where is he?"

"Business trip," Sara answered, wishing to not be having this conversation right now.

"How interesting. And what does he do, exactly?" Before Sara could answer, Brenda had barreled on, "I must admit I do know about the business he was a part of not too long ago. Are you sure you want to raising Victoria in that environment?"

"Rory," Sara said emphatically, "loves her dad, so yes, I do want to raise her in that environment. And anyway, I don't think it's for you to say—"

"Actually, that reminds me of something," Brenda interrupted, "I happened to notice Victoria isn't enrolled in any school-sanctioned summer programs yet—"

"How could you possibly know that?" Sara asked, but Brenda barreled on.

"—and I just wanted to give you a heads up that they are filling up fast, especially the Mandarin and cello camps."

"First of all, of course my kid isn't signed up for summer camps yet. It's February, and second of all, even if she was, it wouldn't be Mandarin, or cello. She'd be miserable."

"Don't you want your daughter to be well-rounded."

"You know what," Sara shrugged, "I don't. Not really. I do want to make sure she's a good kid. You might want to think about the same."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't think I need to explain myself," Sara replied. She was angry now and she wasn't even bothering to contain it. "I hate this idea that you can only be a good mom if your kid speaks six languages and plays a bunch of instruments.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sara saw a few moms nodding in agreement so she went on.

"A good mom should be determined by her ability to raise decent kids. It shouldn't be based on how many PTA meetings you go to. I don't want to be here, my kid doesn't want to be here, do you Rory?"

Rory looked up and shook her head.

"Do you want to go get ice cream instead?"

Rory nodded.

"Okay, then let's go."

"Cool!" Rory exclaimed. She jumped up and took Sara's hand as they left the library.

The next Monday, Sara saw Brenda and a few of the other PTA moms again. With Leonard still away in Star City, Sara had to drive Rory to school.

She pulled into the driveway and stopped to let Rory out.

"Have fun at school," she called, "I love you!"

"Love you too, Mommy," she said before turning towards the elementary school building.

Sara was just about to pull out of the parking lot when she heard a familiar voice call her name.

"Sara!"

She turned and saw Brenda standing a few feet away from her car.

"I hope you're feeling better after your outburst yesterday," she said, with a simpering smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes, "We're having a PTA meeting in the gymnasium tonight. We'll be discussing the quality of the basketballs in the rec center. Will we see you there?"

Sara tipped her head to the side in mock consideration. Then she turned to look straight into Brenda's face.

"No."

As she peeled out of the the parking lot, she caught a glimpse of Brenda's astonished face. The only thing on her mind was that she didn't give a damn at all.