The amazing race
Oct 24, 2018
3 minutes
Not a peep. Shoot.
The bright digits of the stove clock read 3:07 p.m. It’s almost time to pick up my daughter from school, and my son is napping. Either he will wake up, come out of the room, and shout “Surprise!” or – ranking just below a painful dental cleaning – I will have to wake him.
I open his door to let sounds in. Eyes shut, lips parted, my 3-year-old lies on his side, clutching his small, light blue blankie. Volleying
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