Some days the house forgetswhat morning is. Curtains stay drawn,coffee grows cold twice,and every clockseems kind enoughnot to rush us. Goosiferfinally surrendered to sleepafter bargaining with the moonuntil half past four. Tiny gums,tiny tears,tiny fists rubbing sleepy eyesas another little toothtries to make its wayinto the world. Today, we aren’t chasing schedules. The dishes can…

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