Peter Pan or a lost boy she is not

One morning last week, I was savouring my morning cuddle with Reid and I told her that I didn’t want her to ever grow up. Reid sighed and started in with a super-patient, explanation, “Don’t you want me to have babies? Like me and you…” After a pause, during which Reid indulged me with another hug, “That’s the way it is, my mama.”

Sigh. She let me down gently, at least.

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