We listened to kiddie songs in the car on the way home from preschool. When I opened her car door, Katrina said in very solemn tones: "Michael Finnegan got fat and thin, and then he got dead."
Pause.
"Why?"
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- Jennifer
- I'm a stay-at-home mom, a writer, a Christian of the Lutheran type, a voracious reader, a person with gluten intolerance. Recently moved back to the States after six years living in Germany. Perpetually adjusting to all of the above.
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