Sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop, working on my book while my husband and daughter played a computer game on their laptops, opposite each other at the other end of the table, I got up to pull the pizzas out of the oven. I returned to find my son, sitting in my seat, intensely focused on the screen, reading the text in front of him.
My heart soared, "Do you like it? I can read it to you for bedtime stories if you want!" Glancing up at me in confusion, "It's my talk for tomorrow." Realizing he wasn't reading my story, but rather was reviewing the talk he'd written that he'd be giving over the pulpit during Sunday survives at church tomorrow, I laughed...only a little disappointed that I didn't, in fact, have a captive audience enthralled by my latest masterpiece.
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