
Lily had a fever this weekend. Sitting on my lap after taking some pain reliever, she looked up at me with her droopy eyes, smacked her lips, and said:
"I like it."
Her first sentence was about yummy medicine (or 'cine).
Ha! As if there were just three lessons, or some larger number of easy lessons. Being a father (or a husband) seems to be a tug-of-war between personal creation and incomprehensible occurrence.
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