My first grader, Birk, was in her booster. I was driving the good old mini van and we were heading home from school
Whoosh, almost hit a tree. I had to focus my eyes back on my little baby cupcake and try to figure out where all of this was coming from.
Luckily, Ruth piped in with just the right big sister question. “Do you know what that means, Birk?”
I was holding my breath and trying not to take out any inanimate objects, or animate ones for that matter.
“It’s when a mommy and daddy fight a lot and they don’t want to live together anymore. Then they get an abortion and they can marry someone else.”
I finally found my voice again, “That’s enough. We will discuss this all later.” Luckily we were home and it was time to jump out of the car and have dinner. Hope later is far off in my future.
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