and she thought he’d cry because it wasn’t a toy…
Thursday, November 3rd, 2005On his way outside, Shortstack grabs his blue & white striped sweater off the hook in the mudroom.
‘I like this one. It was a present.’
‘Do you remember who gave that to you?’
Shortstack looks at his Daddy, as if trying to reconcile his father’s relatively young age with his [...]

