“Clara, did you know that when I was young, granddaddy was in the Army, and we had to travel around every few years from state to state?” The little girl glanced up from her enchilada plate and looked across the table at her mother. “What?” she said with a swipe of her napkin that completely missed her mouth. “Grandaddy was an army man. He had to move from military base to military base. They made him have short hair and he couldn’t have a beard.” Clara looked shocked and took a quick drink from her water glass. “No beard?” she gasped. “Nope,” her mom said. Clara considered this for a moment. “Oh. Okay. I get it. That’s so they don’t shoot the wrong people.”…
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As soon as we finished watching our family movie this evening, Gideon hopped off his mother’s lap and cheerfully announced, “Okay. Me go throw up now?” The four of us blinked at him and then glanced at each other in confusion while the end credits music played in the background. “What?” one of us finally managed to ask. “Me throw up now.” he pointed at his mouth. “Okay?” “Um. If you have to throw up you should go right there to the bathroom,” I said, pointing, in case he had forgotten where it was. He took a few steps in that direction and then shook his head. “Nah, I’ll just go upstairs.” He turned and looked at me for approval. “That’s okay? Me go…
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