A few months ago, Emery and I arrived at the park early one morning. We had his favorite playground all to ourselves to run, jump and do our own thing. About 30 minutes later, a couple moms showed up with their kids. Then another. And another. As each arrived, we gave a polite smile and “hey there” plus a few obligatory questions. “How old is he?” “18 months, yours?” “Do you live around here?” “Maple Street, you?” You know, the […]
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