With C, the terrible twos came early – right around 18 months, actually. With his little brother, therefore, we’ve been hoping that maybe they wouldn’t be so “terrible”. The other night at dinner, however, I think we may have seen their beginning. The boys were being bad with a capital B. I managed to bring the older brother […]
Read MoreAbout two years ago, C and I were taking a walk when he suddenly had something important to tell me. I knew it was important because he stopped, looked up at me, and said in a very serious voice, “Daddy.” I stopped too. We were, after all, holding hands. “Yes?” “I love pink.” “Ah. Okay.” […]
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