Shell, in a spontaneous mood, told Ethan, "Let's get out of here...just you and me. Let's go to Traverse City right now!"
Ethan thought for a moment. "No. I don't have my bathing suit with me."
"We could get a new one when we get to T.C.," Shell replied.
"Nope. I want mine."
Shell had heard this sort of response before.
"You're just like your dad."
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
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