Yesterday, I was sitting in my chair with Kenny on my lap, and she was fiddling with her soother, the one with the little froggy attached. She was worrying the legs, as I bounced her up and down. She was having a terrible day, drooling everywhere, really crabby thanks to those dastardly teeth coming in. Scott, meanwhile, was unpacking the fake tree, the one we got free of charge about four years ago when the neighbor put it out in the trash. It is decorated with donated ornaments and lights which have replaced the ones that my son Nick accidentally threw out.. Man, was I mad at him that Christmas. We simply didn't know what to do. We had no money that year. And that's when we spotted the tree, out there in the snow, still in its original box. Free to good home, the neighbor had scrawled. I mentioned on Facebook that all of our ornaments were gone, and a few kind people dropped off boxes of them, or donated their old ones. I was truly touched. You peopl...
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