What Was That?

I hear singing. My six year old son is singing Taylor the Latte Boy by Kristin Chenoweth. It’s from her show on broadway. Oh. You aren’t familiar? Ha. Well my son is. Give him a ring and he will sing it to you. I hear giggling. My kids are headed to bed. We don’t always hear happiness during this process. And frankly I can’t decide what is better. If they are sad, the don somber scowls and hide their faces in a pillow. We don’t hear from them until morning. But when they are giggling, it means they are more…

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