I Found a Hidden Stack of Forks Under My Son’s Mattress—Then He Whispered, “Dad Told Me to Keep Them,” and I Knew Something Was Terribly Wrong

terrible firefighters because their arms were too short to hold the hose.

“That’s a serious design flaw,” I said.

“Right?”

I laughed and reached over to wipe a streak of syrup off his cheek.

Motherhood, I’d learned, wasn’t made up of grand moments. It was sticky counters, made-up songs, and conversations about dinosaurs before nine in the morning.

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