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Each year, our kids’ elementary school pulls out all the stops for the end-of-the-year celebration. The kids sing songs, the teachers stand up for well-deserved […]
“Just lie,” he said, nonchalantly. “Just lie?” I yelled, moral outrage flaring. “I can’t just…” I stopped mid-sentence, the dark alternative—hours on end with a young child, who’s latest game was “acting like a baby,” while I tried to work—spun in my head. I was lost. I was alone. I was desperate. So, I took my husband’s advice and I lied.
My favorite line from a friend’s mother after spending a weekend with her and her kids was: “Do you always talk to them so much?” Why, yes. Yes, we do.
Somehow, our dull dinner hour had morphed into a bona fide family event, and I realized that Annie had supplied us with a dose of pure joy that is the highest function of babies everywhere.