Thursday, May 06, 2010
- I sit at the dining table with the laptop and, for the first time in years, spend the evening writing a story.
- Becca asks me for a piece of paper so I hand her one. Thank you, O wise and caring Mama, she says, and skips off.
- She doesn't like green beans but I insist. So, to get them over with quickly, she spears all six onto her fork at once and sort of ... broadbands them.
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