As I was in the midst of changing my 1-year-old son’s malodorous diaper, my 8-year-old daughter, Nee, walked in and asked, “What’cha doin’?”
I intended to say, “I’m being poisoned by killer baby poop.” Instead, I said, “I’m changing X’s diaper. Would you care to help?”
“No,” she said. “I can’t change his diaper.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because [...]
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Houston is a huge city; therefore, we spend many hours in our car driving around town. During these drives, I’m often entertained by my children’s conversations. Sometimes my 5-year-old son, N, pummels me with a barrage of “What would happen if” questions; other times, my 8-year-old daughter, Nee, surprises me with her wit and wisdom.
Just [...]
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