Early morning. I'm sitting on the edge of Nick's bed, rubbing/scratching his head--the only visible body part.
"Mom, why are you scratching my head like one of those things that you scratch off to win something?"
"I don't know, Nick, maybe I think I'll win something, too."
"But you already won me and Mariah! What more could you win?"
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
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