About a week ago Lydia suddenly starting asking a very strange question. Every day, several times a day, she will quietly come up next to me, or sit staring dreamily out the front window, or ponder her toes from the back seat of the car, and ask with genuine curiosity, “Daddy, when am I going to have lots and lots of babies?” At first I was shocked, and I sat down and seriously discussed with her the nature of being a child and what it means to grow up and get married and how you sometimes have to wait a long time before you have children, and I hoped to leave it at that. But then after repeated questioning my patience collapsed and I…
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By the time I walked through the front door she was already excitedly pulling on her shoes, a pair of pink leopard print flip flops. “Hi Daddy.” She glanced out the window quick while she scampered through the living room searching for her second sandal. “Did you see at Mrs.Debbie’s house? They are working on the fence!” I had noticed. A group of men were gathered around the fence in our kind neighbor’s yard, and a small flock of children were standing off to one side watching them. Clara had looked out to see me pull in the driveway and had realized that she was missing out on something fantastic across the street. She took a quick detour through the kitchen before appearing again…
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