One morning, when the Child was five, she followed me around the house. The sort of following where she practically pressed up against me as I went about my routine: Brushing my teeth? Five-year-old smooshed at my side. Washing my face? Five-year-old face mashed up against mine. Finally, in a fit of exasperation, I asked her what she was doing: “I’m watching you, Mama. I’m learning ... Continue Reading