Two-year-old Jack and I were listening to The Chordettes sharing pieces of banana and puffed snap peas. The sun was setting in Ridgewood and I had finally figured out how to make him laugh. He liked when I spoke in weird voices for characters in his picture books or when I bounced him in my arms singing a made up song incorporating both human words and …
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