A Lost Lovey


We were sitting down to dinner in a far away Fazoli’s in a very far away town. Our preschooler suddenly realized she didn’t have her favorite lovey. It was very far away at home. She exclaimed “We must turn around and go an get it!” And then it happened: Her bottom lip puckered out, she took her little hands – placed them over her little eyes and proceeded to cry very big tears. As a mom, I felt HORRIBLE. Yes, there could have been self defensive lectures of taking responsibility for things or exploring the adventure of not having a…

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