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He Rests His Case

When Joseph was three, he sat at the counter, a glass half full of milk in front of him. He’d insisted he was a big boy and, as such, didn’t need a sippy cup top.

 

 As we chatted about our day, he tipped the glass closer and closer to a full spill.

 

“Joseph,” I said in warning, “if you…

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