Monday, September 08, 2003
This morning, we all slept in. Small wonder--we painted the house yesterday. Anyway, Logan for some reason wanted to be warm, but I was done drying my hair--wait--there’s a connection--and Gil was telling him there wasn’t time. I finally understood that he wanted me to blow warm air on him to get him ready, so I did (eyes rolling), and then turned off the hair dryer. He ran out of the room, and came back a second later.
“Hey, Mommy, aren’t you going to dry my tears, too?”








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