Tell me why it is that a toddler will gag over a perfectly wonderful breakfast of ham, eggs, biscuits, juice, and jelly. But then he will enthusiastically drink the dog's water and play in the toilet. Truly, he is his mother's greatest challenge. . . ; and her most inexpressible joy.
This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.