Mary was snuggling with me sleepily and told me she liked my soft face. Kevin had recently shaved his beard, and Mary commented, "Now you and daddy have the same kind of face. Or maybe you can grow a beard." Laughing, she went on, "No, you can't grow a beard! Unless--" she paused, looking at me with that tell-tale serious expression of trying out an idea, "you swallow some beard seeds?"
I was making dinner, with both hands and most of my brain occupied by that nightly project. So when Eddie came to ask me for help with something, I encouraged him to go to Kevin instead. "But," he told me quietly, "it's about math." I assured him that dad is also pretty good at math.
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