Conversation with My Wife (63)
Jack Herlocker

For many a year I have thought about how some kid somewhere is waiting as, around the elementary school classroom, kids are saying, “my Mom’s a butcher,” “My Dad’s a baker,” dreading his turn when he must reveal, “My Dad names paint colors.”

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