A Letter to My New Kindergartener
Dear Wally Ben, It's been 5 (and a half, as you'd say) years since you were just a little lump that was tossed up my way by the nurses and doctor. I remember kind of screaming in surprise (and I remember, a few days later, laughing so hard I peed my pants—not hard to do at that point in a mother's life—at your dad's impression of your little floppy body coming up my way). And now I am kind of…
