My mother took several of the grandkids out to her cabin in the desert this week, and I guess one night my nephews grew tired of being bossed around and needed to take a break from playing. That’s when Leta came up to my mom, her lower lip curled into a huge pout, and said, “Noah won’t play with me, and I never get to play, and I’m going to grow up to be an old, lonely woman.” My mother called me immediately and said THIS IS DEFINITELY YOUR CHILD.
