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My son drops the tiger-shaped piece onto the tiger-shaped space, but it doesn’t slip in easily. It’s askew, just a bit.
He snatches the piece up and tries again. 806 more words
My one girl gets grumpy.
I arrive to pick her up at the end of an activity and I find her huddled on the floor, back turned to the crowd, face hidden on her knees or maybe she’s hiding under a table or in the back of a bathroom stall. 840 more words