Two summers ago, I ate lunch at Bertucci’s with Jack. Not once, twice or even three times. Every Monday. I don’t even know how this ritual got started. During the summer of 2010, three of the kids were in camp, leaving me with just Jack and six-month old Henry for the day. I must’ve taken … Continue reading Lunch at Bertucci's
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Lunch at Bertucci's
Two summers ago, I ate lunch at Bertucci’s with Jack. Not once, twice or even three times. Every Monday. I don’t even know how this ritual got started. During the summer of 2010, three of the kids were in camp, leaving me with just Jack and six-month old Henry for the day. I must’ve taken … Continue reading Lunch at Bertucci's