Right now my daughter is wearing a black vampire cape at the dinner table. My son is playing the notes from “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” on his cello because he knows that movie scares the crap out of me. These are the moments – not unusual – that beg to be blogged about, but I have such a hard time telling their little stories for them.

I posted a funny anecdote on Facebook today and suddenly felt  guilty, like I was breaking a confidence.

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