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

not want to spill.

“It looks stubborn. Doesn’t it wash off?”

“You know how he is in the tub. Splashes everywhere except on himself.”

“I did!” Leo shouted, then bounced off the bed and ran for the stairs.

Mark leaned in and kissed my forehead, quick, warm.

“You look tired, Ket.”

“I’m fine.”

“Our anniversary is in three days. Ten years. Are we doing something continue reading …