Five-year old Henry.

“Mom, are you sure they’re cooked?” Joey asked, poking at the scrambled eggs he’d just made for himself. “They look kind of raw.” “I don’t know, you cooked them,” I told my 11-year old brusquely.  “Just eat them, the bus is coming soon.” “They just don’t look right, you know?  See here? They’re runny.” I looked […]

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