Tonight during prayers, Boy asked that his grandfather not die, ever. “That’s so nice,” I sighed, before going on, in the heartless way that parenting sometimes seems to require, to say that everyone dies, and that if we didn’t, there wouldn’t be enough room for everyone. 369 more words
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We were at our local sandwich shop last night, meeting with friends for an impromptu dinner. As a treat, Girl wanted a delectable-looking chocolate cake ball, complete with colorful sprinkles. 367 more words
“ is shaking my hand vigorously,” Boy said in the car the other day.
Vigorously? It’s true. She was.
According to my friend Lucie, when he turned two, he said, “I got to be two today!” Because English is her second language, she didn’t realize until she repeated it to her husband that it wasn’t quite right in English – but still, she said, she was impressed, and she repeated it to me today, these two years later. 214 more words