At the dentist’s this morning, I noticed a copy of Are You My Mother? on the table. I thought about the countless times I read that book to my granddaughter. She loved the part where the great big machine made a loud noise. I especially remember reading it to her in the Dallas airport one time, and just when she joined in to help with the loud noise, I noticed a woman sitting across the aisle who was enjoying my granddaughter’s enjoyment almost as much as I was.
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