I was doing laundry. I came into my 8yo’s room with a basket to find her face down in her bed, arms folded above her head, crying. And in true dad fashion, I asked what was wrong, and she gave me one of those sorrowful “humph” sounds kids make when they are clearly bothered by something, but not ready to open up about it.
Naturally, I asked again, and g…
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