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I took my 13-year-old daughter shopping for jeans yesterday. She has grown 4 inches this past year and it seems we have been shopping for jeans every three months or so.
Several years ago, when my daughters were still shorter than me, my husband went to work sparkling. I'm not saying he has a scintillating personality, although if you need a bad joke to cheer you up, he's your man. I'm saying big, tall, bearded, jet-engine mechanic, tough guy was walking around the factory floor sprinkling fairy dust all over. I knew about this, I just didn't think he'd notice. Our youngest daughter got some new glitter jeans.
One October, when my kids were probably 6 and 8 years old, we took them to Carpinito’s corn maze. The day we decided to take the kids to the corn maze was one of those beautiful fall days; the sun was shining, the leaves were turning their brilliant reds and oranges, and there was a chill in the air that reminded you of fall, but wasn’t too cold.