As we entered the quiet, yet crowded doctor’s office, my 3 year old made it to the water fountain like she was drawn by an invisible magnetic force. Before I could sputter out my usual lie of desperation, “No. It’s broken”, she had it running, and already, a small puddle gathered at her feet, and a wet streak ran down her shirt, water dripping from her chin.....
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