There is no hiding it. He is a little boy with sisters. Yesterday as we are leaving in the rain to take Christina to ballet, David finds a rock and picks it up. That is a fine, normal thing for a boy to do. He showed it to me. I gave the appropriately excited response to his discovery. Then, because it was wet, I told him to leave it on the deck and not take it with us in the car. So he puts it down and says in a sing-songy voice, "Goodbye cute, little rock."
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