I must admit, I don’t like to think about our life before 1-2-3
Magic. Our home was run by a five-year-old. If our Zach didn’t
get his way, he resorted to kicking, screaming, or crying. We
spent so much time making sure Zach was happy that we
remained miserable. Going to the store required both parents.
Eating out was an exercise in futility, and neighborhood
barbecues were politely declined because we couldn’t count on
Zach to behave himself at someone else’s house.
One night we took a chance and went to a local restaurant...
marcin
(Marcin)
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