a different perspective
“Brian’s funny.” “Oh yea?” “Yea, I like him.” “Do you?” “Uh hmm. He’s my boy-friend.” “Your what?” “My bo-y-friend.” “Is he? And why do you say that?” “He was at the playground. And I asked him if he wanted to hold my hand. And heeee saaaaid YES!” “So that’s why he’s your boyfriend?” “Uh huh.” [...]
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a different perspective
This morning, as I’m getting baby girl dressed, this is the conversation we had: Where are we going, mami? Well, mami and daddy are going to work, so you’re going to abuela’s house. I don’t want to go to abuela’s house! Why not? I’m going to work…to get some money. And, why do you need [...]
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