Man of the house
Our son is 7 years old, and he has settled into his summer routine. The Big Man bounces down the steps in the morning and asks, first and foremost, how his fantasy team did the night before. Among others, he has Martin Prado and Russell Martin, and pronounces the first name of the Braves' left fielder in the same way he does the last name of the Yankees' catcher; he is 7, and he will learn.
His new chore is to feed the dogs, who have quickly made him their new best friend, following ...
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