My 5-Year-Old Pointed at a Woman in the Supermarket and Said, “That’s the Lady Who Comes to Our House When You’re at Work”—I Froze as She Turned Around

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She was wearing a short green dress, with her dark hair pulled up loose, and a canvas tote slung over one shoulder.

I could not see her face. I did not know if I wanted to.

“Leo, honey,” I said, kneeling a little so my eyes were closer to his. “What do you mean, plays?”

“Games,” he said, matter-of-fact, swinging his legs. “But Daddy said it’s a secret.continue reading …