My son Teddy is bright-eyed and full of wiggles when I change his diaper. “Mmmm-ah,” he says, his small mouth
Lucinda J. Kinsinger
Lucinda J. Kinsinger writes from Oakland, Md. The author of Anything But Simple: My Life as a Mennonite and Turtle Heart, she blogs at lucindajkinsinger.com
My 3-year-old daughter spots a picture of a chicken pulling a long squishy substance from the ground. “Snake!” she says.
