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FLASHBACK: A Lazy Sunday

Every once in a while I look through my past writing and dust off something from the vault. This piece was originally written in August, 2008, a few months after Ethan turned three.

We did practically nothing all day, and it was bliss (though the pile of dishes in my kitchen still sits, accusing me of abandonment). Ethan had a Daddy-filled day, with occasional Mommy cameos. Here are some overheards from the day:


Ethan: Mommy, I have a secret for you.

Me: What is it?

Ethan (whispering in my ear, so close it tickles): The secret is — you are my sunshine.


Jack supervised Ethan’s shower tonight (the cleaning off of the mint chocolate chip ice cream from dessert was necessary) and apparently Ethan was swinging around a washcloth. The washcloth knocked something down and hit him. He said, “Daddy. That big thing hit me. We DON’T have to amputate.”

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