Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp.  “Maaama…Daaddyy!  Can I get up?”  My elbow jabbed my husband’s side in my non-verbal way of saying, “It’s your turn.”  He turned toward the clock mentioning the time, as he sat up swinging his legs to the floor. “Have …

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