Twelve Days of Summer with My Twelve-Year-Old: DAY FIVE

On the fifth day of Summer(mas), my middle schooler gave to me: five bike bell dings ———– Byron stood in the lobby of the YMCA, trying to get members to sign up as volunteers for a community-outreach event. He does such things frequently. I am certain his noble works compensate for my tendency¬†to stay home, […]

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