This morning as we discussed a splinter in Henry's toe, he told me that, when he's big, he will take my splinters out. "Oh, do you think you'd like to be a nurse?" "Yes. And a daddy." Oh? I began inquiries. He'd like two children, little girls, and there would be three daddies and two mommies, or maybe just him and two mommies, and the girls (I got
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