n a warm spring morning in May, I woke with a start and looked at the clock. I stretched and rolled over. And then I heard the cries of my three-year-old, Shawn. The sound was coming from the bathroom—not from Shawn’s bedroom. I jumped up, wondering how he’d managed to get out of his toddler bed on his own. I never let him get up before me for fear of
The Two Jimmys
Aug 25, 2023
2 minutes
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