My 7-year-old makes a silly joke that sends me into a spiral.
Before my daughter could even use her tiny legs to push open the car door and I could even begin to tell her to “make good choices” and “spread kindness” like I have every morning since she first started school, she had already begun to say “the door crushed me. I’m dead. RIP.”
The door had not, in fact, crushed her and she cer…
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