I walk into his room, and like clockwork, his diaper and his pants are at his ankles. He stands there, smiling at me with his pants-less self. ”Come on, baby!” I yell. I sound mad, but I’m not really mad. And the toddler is smiling, so he knows where I’m coming from. I’m done feeling […]

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