I was in the master bathroom this morning clipping my son’s nails. (Side note: I hate the term “master” anything. It makes it sound like someone is walking around with a riding crop in our house. Which is very definitely NOT what someone is doing.) He’s almost nine. Is that too old to still be … Continue reading On becoming a man…
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