Daddy starts the day off with a quick "errand" that he had to run to pick up something from storage. Half an hour later I call to tell him that Juliet has started throwing up and I have to go pick her up from school (we thought only Robby as sick at first). When I ask where they are, I get only evasive answers. Then, these picks show up in my email...


I'm not sure what to make of this stark difference, but I am just sure that there is a profound revelation about parenting and the differences in our roles somewhere in this day.
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