My three-year-old daughter brought me her toy. “Daddy, you fix for me?” It was a little wooden duck and just needed a little glue. I got some glue, put it on the broken joint, and pushed the two pieces together. I must have put on too much glue because some dripped down my hand. My little daughter stood close by, watching me. I wanted to hold it steady while the glue was setting, so I turned to her.
July 5, 2022
Careful of Wording