Daddy (me) is around the house a bit too much these days, I think. This week it feels like we're running a boot camp for unsavory, motherless, heathen Gibbons. Anytime I am not dressed in slippers and pajamas Emma, unsolicited, says "Bye!" with great gusto. I try not to be offended by anyone under age two (or anyone under voting-rights age, as a matter of fact). Sadie's once-cute recent obsession with all things princess has in these latter days taken a turn toward the type of princess-ism we reference with air quotes and a roll of the eyes. At her school next week, Sadie is scheduled to be "Star of the Week"...so maybe she's just getting warmed up. As part of the 'Star' week, she provides some insight into herself for the rest of her class, such as favorite food (mac & cheese), favorite color (pink), why she is special (she can jump really high and she is really fast--although not as fast as Audrey, she says). She gets to take show-and-tell…
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