Memories, Memories
One day, long ago, I overheard my 5 year old daughter playing house/ family with the neighborhood kids. She was the mom. She hopped onto her tricycle, waved goodbye to her 'husband' and kids, yelling -- "Good-bye. I'm off to work." And down the sidewalk she went.
Hmmm.
I guess she had noticed that I was a working mother.
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