When my daughter was 5, she made friends one afternoon with another little girl at the beach where we went for swimming lessons. The two girls were having such a good It, me that the mother invited Audrey to come home with them for lunch, and I said yes.
Two hours later, when I picked up Audrey at her new friend’s house, I had to step over garbage on the porch, and though it was a beautiful summer I found the girls in the living room, blankly watching a game show. The mother was busy yelling at an older child, while the father was yelling at the mother.
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